Luyện nghe bài hát Song for Bob Dylan

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

Ah, she comes
Here she comes, here she again
The same old lady
From the of the superbrain
She'll scratch world to pieces
As she comes on a friend
Couple of songs from old scrapbook
send her home again

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

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

Now hear this, Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose meet
Ask your good friend
If he'd gaze a while the old street
Tell him we've lost his
So we're on the walls
Give us back our
Give us our family
You're every nation's
Don't leave us their sanity

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

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