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 in black
Preacher mumblin' how bound to go to Heaven
The service started at ten, it was all over by eleven
They say it's God's to give, and to take away,
But why He to pick 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 a kind of vague suprise
Reminded me of one of those with the long-handled swords
The kind of guy even Baez would 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 or some such
It was one of those things,
One of things.

I my local guru the situation and he gave me this reply
While pointing a bony finger up into the general of the sky:
"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to why"
Said he used to worry it once when he was young
Now he doesn't even to try
He left me with a feeling that 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 down to my local cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste away
Gonna drink and drink and sink that dark abyss
I be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her
out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar
It's one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.