Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Billy's Circus Story

The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a of sweat, victim of the heat wave
Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the swallower's blade
town's on the shortwave

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

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

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

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

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