Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Pt 2

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

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

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

Where the passengers change, they change anything
You get off, someone can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's

Streetlight through the shades
Casting lines on the and lines on his face
He on the day

Fred gets his out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain
Canvas and 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 but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, and I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's