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 he's put in boxes
Things that remind him, life has good

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

There was no party, were no songs
'Cause just a day like the day that he started
No one is left here that his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway

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 floor and on his face
He on the day

Fred his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a white
Canvas and traces it, in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't right

Yeah, and all of these have 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