Luyện nghe bài hát At Dave's

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

He towards Dave's Luncheonette, climbed into a booth.
He insisted on looking at the menu for six minutes and thirty seconds every day
even though he always ordered bacon and eggs, 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, some of the evaporated,
some people 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 directly opposite from 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.