Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about blocks from where she lives
In a car crash, people gathered around the friends and relatives dressed in black
mumblin' how she's bound to go to Heaven
The service started at half-past ten, it was all by eleven
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.
it's just one of those things
One of those

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

I asked my guru the situation and he gave me this reply
While pointing a bony up into the general direction of the sky:
"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to why"
Said he used to worry about it when he was young
Now he doesn't bother to try
He left me with a feeling that what he was basically sound
Like a black in space, or philosophy, useless but profound
one of those 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 drink and drink and sink into dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the ground, won't see her anymore
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the engines roar
It's one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.