Luyện nghe bài hát At Dave's

There were other ways of
he stepped into a yellow morning which to him to be,
well, not gray but of a grayish maroon.
He couldn't figure out
he eaten mushrooms in at least a week.

He stumble-crawled Dave's Luncheonette, climbed into a booth.
He on looking at the menu for six minutes and thirty seven seconds every day
though he always ordered bacon and eggs, toast and coffee.
This morning, he also ordered water, but he drink any of it.

It was Thursday, April 20, 1967. He was for something to happen.
As he was eating, of the water evaporated,
some people were born, some were married, a star imploded, a friends of his was throwing up, two others were sex.
As he finished his last forkful of eggs, a fly directly opposite from him, died.

He left Dave's, north.
Nothing much happened the of the day.
Had he known it was Hitler's birthday, he would not celebrated.