Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she
In a car crash, people gathered around the graveside and relatives dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to
The service at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven
say it's 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 one of those things
One of things

They found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the eyes,
And he gazed around the courtroom a kind of vague suprise
Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled
The of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards
Said he wasn't looking, he had had a bit too much
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 situation and he gave me reply
While a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky:
"Get on with own life, it is not ours to reason why"
he used to worry about it once when he was young
Now he even bother to try
He left me a feeling that what he said was basically sound
Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, but profound
one of those things,
One of things.

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

Oh, just one of things.