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 around the graveside friends and dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to
The service started at ten, it was all over by eleven
They say God's to give, and God's to take away,
But why He to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it's just one of those
One of those

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
Reminded me of one of Vikings with the long-handled 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 such
It was just one of things,
One of things.

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

I'm gonna take myself down to my local cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself
Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark
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
just one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.