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
that remind him that life has been good
Twenty-five years, worked at the paper
The man's here to him downstairs

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

was no party, and there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day the day that he started
And no one is left here who knows his name
And life barrels on like a train
Where the passengers change, but they don't change
You get off someone can get on

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

Street shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his
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 these bastards 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"