Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Billy's Circus Story

The machinist climbs his wheel like a braid
And the lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his on the sword swallower's blade
Circus town's on the

Well, the runway lies like a great false dawn
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and
And the man-beast lies in his sniffin' popcorn
And the licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been

And a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro, cartwheelin' up on that
With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash, movin' fast through the tent,
He's gonna his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball
And the flyin' Zambinis watch do her neck twist
And the ringmaster the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97

A suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the sounds
They like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
A man in baggy pants, a face, a crazy grin
Runnin' to some small Ohio town
Jesus, send some sweet to save all your clowns

And Circus Boy dances like a monkey on wire
And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat
And now the elephants dance real and the band plays like a jungle fire
town's on the live wire

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
And him on down the midway, past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
And the Ferris turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans and whispers into the little boy's ear
"Hey, son, you to try the big top?
All aboard, Nebraska's our stop"