Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones, Pt2

Fred sits alone at his in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the
He's cleared all his and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: has been good'
Twenty-five
He's worked at the
A man's here to take him
And I'm sorry, Mr.
It's
was no party, there 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 change
They don't anything
You get someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr.
time
Streetlight through the shades
Casting on the floor, and lines on his face
He on the day
Fred his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a white
Canvas and it
Fills in the
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't right
Yeah, and all of these
taken his place
He's but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr.
It's