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 listens to them playing
Him and go back a long long way
talked about marching and dying all in one day
They played songs together, they sit up past the
I wonder why dream goes on

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

our hero picks up his guitar
To play them the only he knows
He it to me once
He said 'Wes, it's short, but this is how it
And then he

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

Stevie and David died
But only to the papers that live
Last Thursday they were in the where he sits
The of them making jokes about the meager obits
Steve and David smiled and they quite soon
He wonders about that dream as he looks at the and the moon

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

Then the time round again
all sit and listen to our hero playing
He 'You've heard it all before'
But they like it so they shout
And then he sings, it's a come true

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