Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Part 2

Fred sits alone at his desk in the
There's an awkward young who waits in the hall
Yeah, he's cleared all his things and he's put in boxes
Things that remind him life has been good
years, he's worked at the paper
The man's to take him downstairs

And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, time"

There was no party, and were no songs
'Cause just a day like the day that he started
And no one is left who knows his first name
And life barrels on like a train
Where the change, but they don't change anything
You get off else can get on

And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, time"

Street light shines the shades
Casting on the floor, and lines on his face
He on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the
some slides
Onto a white canvas
And it, fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it look right
Yeah, and all of bastards have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet

And "I'm sorry, Mr.
And "I'm sorry, Mr.
And "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, time"