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 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
They say it's God's to give, and God's to away,
But why He happened to pick on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it's one of those things
One of things

They found guy the who did it, he had the and the chicken eyes,
And he around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise
Reminded me of one of those with the long-handled swords
The of guy even Joan 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 asked my local guru the situation and he gave me reply
While pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the
"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to why"
Said he to worry about it once when he was young
Now he doesn't bother to try
He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically
Like a hole in space, or philosophy, useless but profound
one of those things,
One of things.

Tonight I'm gonna myself down to my local cafe
Gonna get out of my mind, gonna waste myself away
drink 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 highway tonight, the drunken engines
just one of those things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.