Luyện nghe bài hát To The Artist

Jerry Jeff

This song is a letter sung to a friend of mine
One who stopped his singing somewhere along the line
I wondered if he'd had of the rip-offs and the jive
Or did he his song one night and lose the will to write

It never was a business deal, this thing with your
It always seemed a dance done deep inside your heart
Tonight I wonder if it's true, we felt it at the start
an artist truly does it best when he does it from the heart

It seems to be much more than an art the art you sell is you
Be careful how you play the game or else the plays you

In the old days we'd stay up and laugh until we cried
You said songs don't belong to us we just some thoughts to light

The of thumb is never give the truth away to rhyme
And a man can't lie when he tries to sing it him every time
We really write to understand more ourselves
And if we're lucky maybe then we someone else

Well, I just got back from Europe friend where they hung on word
It made me a little better about my chosen line of work
They asked me if I knew you a lot these days
I told 'em all I know is that you rarely play

We start out singing what we like and just give it all
And wind up hating what we and sit begging to be paid
So let me say in closing friend, I you to know
I understand how hard it was to let your go

An artist must decide which parts to leave in and out
And if he no longer plays the game that's the game's about