Luyện nghe bài hát Song for Bob Dylan

Oh, this Robert Zimmerman
I a song for you
About a strange young man Dylan
With a voice sand and glue
Some words had truthful
could pin us to the floor
Brought a few people on
And put the fear in a whole lot

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

Gave your heart to bedsit room, at least a
on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of
And told how they saw
we lost your train of thought
Your paintings are all own
While troubles are rising, we'd rather be
than alone

Ah, here she
Here she comes, here she again
The same old lady
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
Could send her again

Now hear this, Zimmerman
Though I suppose we'll meet
Ask your good Dylan
If gaze a while down the old street
Tell him lost his poems
So writing on the walls
Give us our unity
us back our family
You're nation's refugee
Don't leave us their sanity

Ah, she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
The old painted lady
From the of the superbrain
She'll scratch world to pieces
As she comes on like a
But a couple of songs from old scrapbook
Could send her home

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