Luyện nghe bài hát To The Artist

Jerry Walker

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

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

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

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

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

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

We out singing what we like and just give it all away
And wind up hating we play 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 music go

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