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, 50 today
How are you doin', Bob? What do you

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

Yeah, you hipper than Mitch Miller
And Johnny Mathis put

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 were too
I won a lot of Bob Dylan imitation contests, though, huh

Yeah, times were a changin', you it all home
'Blonde On Blonde', 'Like A Rolling
The world is crazy, you were deranged
And when you electric, Bob, everything changed
A shock to the

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

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

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

Well, we still get together every week at house
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 Wesley Harding" sounded new
And then, "Nashville Skyline" was newer
'Blood On the Tracks' an' the 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 too tough
Me bein' the new me was enough
You keep right on changin' you always do
An' what's best is the old still all sounds new

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