Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen from where she lives
In a car crash, people around the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black
Preacher how she's bound to go to Heaven
The service started at ten, it was all over by eleven
They say it's to give, and God's to take away,
But why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one say.
Maybe just one of those things
One of those

found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes,
And he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of suprise
Reminded me of one of Vikings with the long-handled swords
The kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent
Said he wasn't looking, maybe he had had a bit too
It was dark, it was raining, he see the light or some such
It was just one of things,
One of things.

I asked my local guru the situation and he gave me this
While 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 to worry about it once when he was young
Now he doesn't bother to try
He me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound
Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, useless but
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 myself away
Gonna and drink and sink into that dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I know if ignorance is truly bliss.
in the cold ground, won't see her anymore
Somewhere out on the tonight, the drunken engines roar
just one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.