Luyện nghe bài hát Talking New Bob Dylan

Hey, Bob Dylan, I you a song
Today is your 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 some had some doubts the way you sang
But the truth came through and loudly it

Yeah, you hipper than Mitch Miller
And Johnny put together

So I got some boots, a harmonica
A D-21, and I was on the right
But I start writing until '68
It was too damn daunting, you were too
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 when you went electric, Bob, everything
A shock to the

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

Well, I figured it was time to make my
Songs from the West Chester County country

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

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

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

see, there 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, were too tough
Me bein' the new me was enough
You keep right on changin' you always do
An' best 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 get stoned", thanks a lot, Bob
birthday, Bob