Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Billy's Circus Story

The climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a of sweat, victim of the heat wave
the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs 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 in her chair and yawns
And the lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's born

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

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

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

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, Tiny 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 wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna
And the circus boss leans over and into the little boy's ear
"Hey, son, you to try the big top?
All aboard, Nebraska's our stop"