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, you're 50
How are you doin', What do you say?

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

Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch
And Johnny put together

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I got a deal and so did John
Forbert and Springsteen, all in a line
They were for you, signin' 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 spread I tell ya, it's a twelve step

Yeah, but we just us and of course you were you
And "John Wesley Harding" sure new
And then, "Nashville Skyline" was even
'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 effort

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

Yeah, today is your birthday, a great one, Bob
Bein' the new you is one 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