Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Lucy Jordan

(Shel Silverstein)

The mornin' sun touched on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom, in a white town
As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a lovers
'Til the world turned to and the room went spinnin' round

At the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through
In a car, with the warm wind in her hair
And she let the keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin'
Pretty rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair

Her husband, he was off to work, and the kids were off to
And there were oh so ways for her to spend her day
She could clean the house for hours, or rearrange the
Or run naked the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through
In a sports car, with the wind in her hair
And she let that phone keep ringin' as she sat softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy

The evening sun gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she'd climbed when all the laughter too loud
And she bowed and curtseyed to the man, who reached and her his hand
And led her down to the long white car that waited past the

At the age of 37, she knew found forever as they rode along through Paris
With the wind in her hair
Ooooohhh yes the wind in her hair oooooohhhh......

(c)1973 Sony Entertainment Inc.