Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

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

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

I asked my local guru the and he gave me this reply
While a bony finger up into 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 doesn't bother to try
He left me with a feeling what he said was basically sound
Like a hole in space, or philosophy, useless but profound
one of those things,
One of things.

Tonight I'm gonna take down to my local cafe
Gonna get out of my mind, gonna waste myself away
drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss
I wanna be like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the cold ground, see her anymore
Somewhere out on the tonight, the drunken engines roar
It's one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, just one of things.