Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Billy's Circus Story

The machinist climbs his Ferris 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 ahead 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 midget licks his fingers and suffers Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been

And a press drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro, cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
a cannon 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 neck
And the ringmaster the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97

A ragged in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great ghost on the wind
A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a grin
Runnin' home to small Ohio town
Jesus, send some sweet women to save all clowns

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

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
And carries him on down the midway, past the kids, 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 whispers into the little ear
"Hey, son, you want to try the big
All aboard, our next stop"