Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen from where she lives
In a car crash, people around the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how bound to go to Heaven
The started 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 just one of things
One of those

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 Vikings with the long-handled swords
The kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent
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 such
It was just one of things,
One of things.

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

Tonight I'm gonna take myself down to my cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste away
Gonna drink and drink and into that dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is 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.