Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was by the face
that looked back at him from the mirror
He older than he remembered
it was as if all forty-two years of his
had leap frogged over each other
and landed in his face
He was middle-aged and the hit him
like a man no parachute
the eyes golfballs
the skin hung on his face a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of greasy frizz
he combed from one side of his head to the other
to hide his
in reality it
It was in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963
and Lonnie sleep
Lonnie a last look at the face
and another sleeping tablet
his sandpaper tongue
and slipped into a cold, sleep
The last Lonnie saw
his eyes finally closed
was his watching him
from the side of the Motel room
but the camera wasn't yet
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie Garamond was a
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated being
body clock woke him at 8:30 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 jacket
and slacks and loaded the camera
The Stetson put the on the southern cake
and he for the parking lot
leaving the key behind in his
he knew he wouldn't be coming
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be
the Texas Book Depository
before the came down Elm St.
12.20
He his way through a group of good ol' boys
and next to a kid in a wheelchair
a Confederate flag
12.25
He off the lens cap
and lit his cigarette for two years
He checked the one last time
and a smoke ring
into the blue Dallas haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the of his boot
and calmly squeezed off shots
Lonnie put the camera back its case
and melted into the
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really being that