Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Pt 2

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

Twenty-five years, worked at the paper
A man's to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's

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

Where the passengers change, they don't anything
You get off, someone can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, time

shines through the shades
Casting on the floor and lines on his face
He on the day

Fred gets his paints out and to the basement
Projecting some onto a plain white
and traces it, fills in the spaces
He off the slides, and it doesn't look right

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