Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Lucy Jordan

(Shel Silverstein)

The mornin' sun touched on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white bedroom, in a white suburban 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 she'd ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the wind in her hair
And she let the phone keep as she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes memorised in her daddy's easy chair

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

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

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

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

(c)1973 Sony Music Inc.