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

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

You know Bob was there 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 Hollis Brown, but that was ago
is this dream gonna stop? Heaven knows

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

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

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

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

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

'This is the only thing 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, David and me'