Luyện nghe bài hát To The Artist

Jerry Walker

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

It never was a business deal, this thing with your
It always seemed more a dance done deep your heart
Tonight I wonder if it's true, we felt it at the start
That an artist does it best when 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 else the game you

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

The rule of thumb is give the truth away to rhyme
And a man can't lie when he tries to sing it betrays him every
We really write to understand about ourselves
And if we're lucky then we touch someone else

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

We start out what we like and just give it all away
And wind up hating what we play and sit begging to be
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 that's what the game's about