Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New Bob Dylan

Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a
is your birthday if I'm not wrong
If I'm not mistaken, you're 50
How are you doin', Bob? What do you

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

Yeah, you were hipper than Miller
And Mathis put together

So I got some boots, a rack
A D-21, and I was on the track
But I start writing until '68
It was too damn daunting, you too great
I won a lot of Bob Dylan imitation contests, though, huh

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

Had a commission at her wreck
Holed up in with a broken neck
And the labels were signin' up with guitars
Out to millions, lookin' for stars

Well, I figured it was time to my move
Songs from the West County Delta country

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

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

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

Let's see, there was another one in somewhere[Incomprehensible]
Oh, I got it, I got it, "Self Portrait"
Well, it was an effort

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

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