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', What do you say?

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

Yeah, you were 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 writing until '68
It was too damn daunting, you were too
I won a whole lot of Bob imitation contests, though, huh

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

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

Well, I it was time to make my move
Songs from the West County 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 were new Bob Dylans, your ass kid brothers

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

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

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 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 must get stoned", a lot, Bob
birthday, Bob