Luyện nghe bài hát To The Artist

Jerry Walker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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