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 like sand and glue
Some had truthful vengeance
could pin us to the floor
Brought a few people on
And put the fear in a whole lot

Ah, here she
she comes, here she comes again
The old painted lady
From the of the superbrain
She'll this world to pieces
As she comes on like a
Couple of songs from your old
Could send her home

your heart 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 train of
paintings are all your own
While are rising, we'd rather be scared
than alone

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

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

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

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