Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie was disturbed by the face
that looked back at him the bathroom mirror
He older than he remembered
it was as if all years of his life
had suddenly leap frogged over each
and crash landed in his
He was middle-aged and the hit him
a man with no parachute
the eyes golfballs
the hung on his face like a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of greasy frizz
that he combed from one side of his head to the
to his baldness
in reality it
It was 2:30 in the Nov. 22nd 1963
and Lonnie sleep
took a last look at the face
and popped another tablet
under his tongue
and slipped a cold, dark sleep
The last thing saw
his eyes finally closed
was his camera him
from the side of the Motel room
but the wasn't loaded yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie's body clock woke him at sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV crackled into
showing the crowds gathering
in Plaza
He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League
and brown slacks and the camera
The Stetson put the icing on the southern
and he headed for the lot
the key behind in his room
he he wouldn't be coming back
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really being that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be
the Texas School Book
the motorcade came down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way through a group of ol' boys
and stood to a kid in a wheelchair
a Confederate flag
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his cigarette for two years
He checked the focus one time
and a smoke ring
into the Dallas heat haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike the heel of his boot
and squeezed off three shots
Lonnie put the back into its case
and melted into the
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really being that