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 playing guitars
Him and Phil go back a long way
They talked about marching and all in one day
They played songs together, sit up past the dawn
I wonder why dream goes on

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

Then our hero picks up his
To play them the only he knows
He played it to me
He said 'Wes, it's short, but is how it goes?'
And he sings

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

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

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

Then the time comes round
They all sit and listen to our hero
He says 'You've heard it all
But they like it so they 'encore'
And then he sings, it's a come true

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