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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes he has a for him and the crew
They turn up on 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 like he did with John Prine
David just sits and looks all the time

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

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