Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she
In a car crash, people around the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's to go to Heaven
The started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven
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 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
me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords
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 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 of the sky:
"Get on with your own life, it is not to reason why"
he used to worry about it once when he was young
Now he even bother to try
He me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound
Like a black in space, or philosophy, useless but profound
Just one of things,
One of things.

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

Oh, just one of things.