Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones Pt 2

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

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

was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day the day that he started
No one is left here knows 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

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

Fred gets his paints out and goes to the
some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and it, fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look

Yeah, and all of these bastards have 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