Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from she lives
In a car crash, people gathered the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's to go to Heaven
The started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven
They say it's God's to give, and God's to away,
But why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one say.
Maybe it's one of those things
One of things

They found guy the who did it, he had the and the chicken eyes,
And he around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise
me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords
The of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards
Said he looking, maybe he had had a bit too much
It was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light or such
It was one of those things,
One of things.

I asked my local guru the situation and he gave me reply
While pointing a bony finger up the general direction of the sky:
"Get on with your own life, it is not to reason why"
Said he used to about it once when he was young
Now he even bother to try
He me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound
Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, useless but
one of those things,
One of things.

Tonight I'm gonna myself down to my local cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna myself away
Gonna and drink and sink into that dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines
It's just one of things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.