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

found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes,
And he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague
Reminded me of one of those Vikings the long-handled swords
The kind of guy even Joan Baez not feel non-violent towards
he wasn't looking, maybe he had had a bit too much
It was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light or some
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 into the general direction of the
"Get on with own life, it is not ours 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 was basically sound
Like a black 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 myself away
Gonna and drink and sink into that dark abyss
I be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the cold ground, see her anymore
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines
just one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.