Luyện nghe bài hát Rosie

(Jackson Browne)
She was standing at the load-in the trucks rolled up
She was sniffing all around like a female pup
She hard to talk to, looked like she had nowhere to go
So I gave her a pass so she get in to see the show.
I sat her right next to me and I got her a beer
While I mixed that on the stage so the band could hear
The I watched her watch me play, the less I thought of to say
And when they walked offstage the drummer swept girl away.

Rosie, you're all right, you wear my
you hold me tight, Rosie, that's my thing
When you turn out the I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you tonight, Rosie.
Well, I I might have known from the start she'd come for a star
But I my imagination not to run too far
Of all the times that been burned, by now you'd think I'd learn
it's who you look like, not who you are.

**** The Load-Out / ****
Now the are all empty, let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and it down
They're the first to and the last to leave
Workin' for minimum wage
set it up in another town.
Tonight the people were so fine, they waited there in
And then they got up on feet and made the show.
And that was sweet, and I can hear the
Of slammin' doors and chairs;
That's a sound never know.
And roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up those
when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the
But when that last been packed away
You know I still want to play
So just sure you've got it all set to go
you come for my piano.
But the on the bus, and they're waiting to go
We drive all night and do the show in Chicago
Or I don't know, we do so many shows in a row
And these all look the same.
We pass the time in the hotel rooms
And wander 'round back
'Til those lights come up and we that crowd
And we why we came.
Now we got country and on the bus, [?]
We got disco, 8-tracks and cassettes and
And we got scenes and magazines
And we got on c.b.
We got Richard Pryor on the
We got to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll
The only time that too short
Is the time we get to play.
People, got the power over what we do;
You can sit there and wait or you can us through.
Come along, sing the song, you that you can't go wrong
when the morning sun comes beating down
You're gonna wake up in your
But we'll be to appear
A thousand away from here.
People, stay just a bit longer;
We play just a little bit longer
Well, the roadie mind
And the union mind
If we take a little and we leave it all behind
Sing one song.
Oh, you stay just a little bit longer
Please, please, say you will...