Luyện nghe bài hát Old Blevins

(Hank Deisler)
We had a quarrel, she and I
She told me to curl up and die
I crept out to my sorrows
At a called no tomorrows
Where the old man and looked me in the eye
Old
I could tell he had some to impart
Some story that was and burned and stamped
Upon his
Then his eyes began to
he could see that I would listen
We sat there at that bar 'til nearly
And is what Old Blevins said to me
He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
In Tijuana blah blah blah in 1963
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
You should been there blah blah blah
Is what Old Blevins to me
I sat there and I to his words
As they flapped around my head like birds
Had he plumb 'round the bend
Or I just not comprehend
His lips were writing lines I not read
When suddenly, it all came to me
As he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Then crazy hippies blah blah blah no effect on me
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
The great depression blah blah
And he not leave me be
Old was still talking when I seized my chance to flee
home she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be
Buy I know that a man and woman's lives somehow changed
By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and
And my memories of evening fuel and inner mounting fear
That I become old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer
And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
I don't remember blah blah blah blah blah
were made
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah
Like Old used to say
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