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 the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange and the room spinnin' round

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

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

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

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

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

(c)1973 Sony Music Inc.