Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Billy's Circus Story

The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel a braid
And the lyin' in a pool 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 lies ahead like a great false
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
town's been born

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

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

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

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