Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Lucy Jordan

(Shel Silverstein)

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

At the age of 37, she realised she'd ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her
And she let the phone keep as she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her 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 for hours, or rearrange the flowers
Or run down the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of 37, she realised she'd ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her
And she let phone keep ringin' as she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her 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 reached and offered her his
And led her down to the long white car that waited the crowd

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

(c)1973 Sony Music Inc.