Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New Bob Dylan

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

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

Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch
And Johnny put together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, had to stop listening, times were too
Me the new me was hard enough
You keep right on changin' like you do
An' best is the old stuff still all sounds new

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