Luyện nghe bài hát Fred Jones, Pt2

Fred sits alone at his desk in the
There's an awkward young that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put in boxes
Things that remind 'Life has been good'
Twenty-five
He's at the paper
A man's here to him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr.
time
There was no party, there were no
'Cause today's a day like the day that he started
No one is left here that knows his name
And life barrels on like a runaway
Where the change
They don't change
You get someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr.
It's
Streetlight through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his
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 off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of bastards
taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet
And I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr.
And I'm sorry, Mr.
It's