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

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

You know Bob was there week as well
He's a quiet guy but he's got stories to
Our sits and listens 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 this dream gonna stop? Heaven

Then our picks up his guitar
To play them the tune he knows
He played it to me
He 'Wes, it's short, but this is how it goes?'
And then he

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

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

Sometimes he has a for him and the crew
They turn up on time just cos they do
And Phil plays I Marching, it's his favorite song
And Bob plays but he plays it all wrong
And Steve harmonizes like he did with John
David just sits and looks blue all the

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

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