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 graveside friends and relatives dressed in
Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to
The service started at half-past ten, it was all over by
say it's God's to give, and God's to take away,
But why He happened to pick 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 of vague suprise
Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled
The kind of guy even Joan Baez not feel non-violent towards
Said he 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 just one of things,
One of things.

I asked my guru the situation and he gave me this reply
While pointing a finger 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 once when he was
Now he even bother to try
He left me with a feeling what he said was basically sound
a black 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 out of my mind, gonna waste myself away
drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna if ignorance is truly bliss.
in the cold ground, won't see her anymore
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the engines roar
just one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.