Luyện nghe bài hát Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue And Me

At night, he alone and he's looking at the stars
He to them playing guitars
Him and go back a long long way
They about marching and dying all in one day
They played songs together, they sit up past the
I wonder why this dream on

You know Bob was there last week as
He's a guy but he's got stories to tell
Our hero sits and without asking why
And teaches Bob A minor with a in his eye
Bob it on Hollis Brown, but that was sometime ago
When is dream gonna stop? Heaven knows

Then our hero up his guitar
To play them the only tune he
He it to me once
He 'Wes, it's short, but this is how it goes?'
And he sings

is the only thing that really matters
Keeps me going, my sanity
The nights I spend alone when there's
Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David and me'

Stevie died and David
But to the papers that live outside
Last they were in the room where he sits
The three of them making jokes about the meager
Steve and David and they left quite soon
He wonders about that as he looks at the stars and the moon

Sometimes he has a for him and the crew
They turn up on just cos they always do
And Phil plays I Ain't Marching, it's his favorite
And Bob harmonica but he plays it all wrong
And Steve harmonizes he did with John Prine
David sits and looks blue all the time

the time comes round again
They all sit and listen to our playing
He says 'You've it all before'
But they like it so they shout
And he sings, it's a dream come true

is the only thing that really matters
Keeps me going, retains my
The nights I alone when there's just
Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and me
And me
Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, Blue and me'