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', Bob? What do you

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 through and loudly it rang

Yeah, you hipper than Mitch Miller
And Mathis put together

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

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

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

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

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

Well, we get together 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 us and of course you were you
And "John Harding" sure sounded new
And then, "Nashville Skyline" was newer
On the Tracks' an' the ringin' 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, were too tough
Me bein' the new me was enough
You keep right on changin' you always do
An' what's best is the old stuff still all new

Yeah, today is your birthday, have a 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 must get stoned", a lot, Bob
birthday, Bob