Luyện nghe bài hát Song for Bob Dylan

Oh, this Robert Zimmerman
I a song for you
About a strange man called Dylan
a voice like sand and glue
Some words had vengeance
That pin us to the floor
Brought a few people on
And put the in a whole lot more

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

Gave your to every bedsit room, at least a
Picture on my
And you sat behind a million of eyes
And told them how saw
Then we lost your of thought
Your are all your own
While troubles are rising, rather be scared
Together than

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

Now hear this, Robert
I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend
If he'd a while down the old street
Tell him we've his poems
So we're on the walls
Give us our unity
us back our family
You're nation's refugee
leave us with their sanity

Ah, here she
she comes, here she comes again
The same old lady
the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to
As she on like a friend
But a couple of songs from old scrapbook
Could send her home

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