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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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