Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Part 2

Fred alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow who in the hall
Yeah, he's cleared all his things and put them in boxes
Things that remind him that has been good
Twenty-five years, he's worked at the
The man's to take him downstairs

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

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

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

Street light shines through the
Casting on the floor, and lines on his face
He on the day
Fred his paints out and goes to the basement
some slides
Onto a plain canvas
And traces it, fills in the
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't right
Yeah, and all of these have taken his place
forgotten but not yet gone

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