Luyện nghe bài hát At Dave's

There other ways of knowing:
he stepped into a yellow morning which to him to be,
well, not gray but kind of a maroon.
He figure out why;
he hadn't eaten in at least a week.

He stumble-crawled towards Luncheonette, climbed into a booth.
He insisted on looking at the menu for six minutes and thirty seconds every day
even though he always bacon and eggs, toast and coffee.
morning, he also ordered water, but he didn't drink any of it.

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

He Dave's, headed north.
much happened the rest of the day.
Had he known it was Hitler's birthday, he would not celebrated.