Luyện nghe bài hát At Dave's

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

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

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

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