Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Pt 2

Fred sits alone at his in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow waits in the hall
He's all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him, has been good

years, he's worked at the paper
A man's here to him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, time

There was no party, there were no
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he
No one is left here that knows his first
And life on like a runaway train

Where the change, they don't change anything
You get off, else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's

shines through the shades
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 white
Canvas and it, fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it look right

Yeah, and all of these bastards have his place
He's but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, and I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's