Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks where she lives
In a car crash, people gathered around the graveside friends and relatives in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's 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 happened to Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it's 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 Vikings the long-handled swords
The kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel 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 and he gave me this reply
pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky:
"Get on your 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 that what he said was basically sound
Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, useless but
one of those 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 into that dark
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if is truly bliss.
in the cold ground, won't see her anymore
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines
It's one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, just one of things.