Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Billy's Circus Story

The machinist climbs his wheel like a braid
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, of the heat wave
Behind the tent, the hired tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
Circus on the shortwave

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

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

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

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

And the strong man Samson the midget, little 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 stop
And the boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear
"Hey, son, you to try the big top?
All aboard, our next stop"