Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New Bob Dylan

Hey, Bob Dylan, I wrote you a
Today is your birthday if I'm not
If I'm not mistaken, 50 today
How are you doin', Bob? do you say?

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

Yeah, you hipper than Mitch Miller
And Mathis put together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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