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

They found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the eyes,
And he gazed the courtroom with 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
Said he looking, maybe he had had a bit too much
It was dark, it was raining, he see the light or some such
It was one of those things,
One of things.

I asked my local guru the 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 to reason why"
Said he to worry about it once when he was young
Now he doesn't bother to try
He left me with a that 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 take myself down to my local cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself
Gonna and drink and sink into that dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if 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.