Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy the circus first came to the dust of his West Texas town.
And twenty years later, he'd spent twenty years as the Sad Circus Clown.
He did gags in grease paint and rags and the people would laugh 'til they cried.
But they never saw past the painted clown mask to the sad, man locked inside.

The lady swung easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her were flyers. The circus was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
High in the in sequins and pink tights, she flew like a bird in the wind.
The saw dust's on daughter, the strong men who caught her were all she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked down with the center clowns with a sad painted smile on his face
And the trapeze lady swung easy and high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his and, Lord, he wished he could fly
For she never looked at a baggy pants clown who looked up with love in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the last stop, the last show of the big top, a loud, crowd filled the seats.
They for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers brought them to their feet.
Then a still half-lit fell in tender dry grass and soon found the dry saw dust floor.
The flames leaped higher. the people heard, "Fire!" they swept like a wave for the door.

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a feet from the ground
Swung the trapeze lady, up on the high swing, alone, no way to get down.
He ran to the ladder that led to the platform, she cried, "Jocko, no! no time!"
But her quick word of fear deaf on love's ear as slowly he started to climb.

Hand over hand to the high flier's stand, taking the that hung there
With one look down, the sad circus clown looked up and took to the air.
then slowly he started to swing, his eyes turned to tears in the smoke.
Faster then faster and as he past her, her strong flier hands found the rope.

She slipped to the ground as the flames the rigging and licked at the rope that he held.
He'd started when the rigging let go and down to the saw dust he fell.
She ran to his and with tears in her eyes, "Oh, no! Jocko, why?" she cried.
He his sad head. "I loved you," he said and he closed his eyes and he died.

Now, the trapeze lady swings easy and gracefully high in the canvass space.
But a place and a time are still etched in her mind of a painted on a sad face.
And she sometimes looks down to the center ring clowns for she never has found.
For she still remembers the time when came to her wearing the face of a clown.