Luyện nghe bài hát Song for Bob Dylan

Oh, hear Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a for you
About a young man called Dylan
With a voice sand and glue
Some had truthful vengeance
That pin us to the floor
Brought a few people on
And put the fear in a whole lot

Ah, here she
Here she comes, here she comes
The same old painted
the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to
As she on like a friend
Couple of songs your old scrapbook
Could send her again

Gave your to every bedsit room, at least a
on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of
And them how they saw
Then we your train of thought
Your are all your own
troubles are rising, we'd rather be scared
Together than

Ah, she comes
she comes, here she comes again
The same old painted
From the brow of the
She'll scratch this to pieces
As she comes on a friend
But a couple of from your old scrapbook
send her home again

Now this, Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose meet
Ask your good Dylan
If he'd a while down the old street
him we've lost his poems
So we're writing on the
Give us back our
us back our family
You're nation's refugee
Don't leave us with sanity

Ah, here she
Here she comes, here she again
The old painted lady
From the brow of the
She'll scratch this world to
As she comes on like a
But a couple of songs your old scrapbook
Could send her again

Ah, couple of songs your old scrapbook
Could her home again
Oh, here she
Here she comes, and here she