Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New Bob Dylan

Hey, Bob Dylan, I you a song
Today is birthday if I'm not wrong
If I'm not mistaken, 50 today
How are you doin', Bob? What do you

Well, it musta about '62
I heard you on record, you brand new
And some had some doubts the way you sang
But the truth through and loudly it rang

Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch
And Mathis put together

So I got some boots, a harmonica
A D-21, and I was on the right
But I didn't writing until '68
It was too daunting, you were too great
I won a whole lot of Bob imitation contests, though, huh

Yeah, times were a changin', you it all home
On Blonde', 'Like A Rolling Stone'
The real world is crazy, you deranged
And you went electric, Bob, everything changed
A shock to the

Had a at her motorcycle wreck
Holed up in Woodstock with a broken
And the labels were signin' up guys guitars
Out to make millions, for stars

Well, I it was time to make my move
from the West Chester County Delta country

Yeah, I got a deal and so did Prine
Steve and Springsteen, all in a line
They lookin' for you, signin' up others
We were new Bob Dylans, your dumb ass kid

Well, we still get together every week at house
Why, he's got a spread I tell ya, it's a twelve step program

Yeah, but we just us and of course you were you
And "John Wesley Harding" sure new
And then, "Nashville Skyline" was newer
'Blood On the Tracks' an' the ringin' got

Let's see, there was another one in there
Oh, I got it, I got it, "Self Portrait"
Well, it was an interesting

Yeah, had to stop listening, times too tough
Me bein' the new me was hard
You keep right on changin' you always do
An' what's best is the old stuff still all new

Yeah, today is your birthday, have a one, Bob
the new you is one hell of a job
My kid cranked up her boom box to almost
When I heard you screamin' from her
"Everybody must get stoned", a lot, Bob
birthday, Bob