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

You know Bob was there last week as
He's a guy but he's got stories to tell
Our hero and listens without asking 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 up his guitar
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

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

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

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

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

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