Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Pt 2

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

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

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

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

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

Fred gets his paints out and goes to the
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 taken his place
forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, and I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, time