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 suburban
As she lay there the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange and the went 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 were off to school
And there were oh so many for her to spend her day
She could clean the house for hours, or rearrange the
Or run naked down the shady street all the way

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

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

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

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