Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the
that looked back at him the bathroom mirror
He looked older he remembered
it was as if all forty-two of his life
had suddenly 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 like a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of black frizz
that he combed from one side of his to the other
to his baldness
in emphasized it
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 1963
and Lonnie couldn't
Lonnie took a last look at the
and another sleeping tablet
under his sandpaper
and into a cold, dark sleep
The last Lonnie saw
before his eyes finally
was his watching him
from the other of the Motel room
but the camera loaded yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie's body woke him at 8:30 sharp
He a button by his bed
and the TV crackled into
showing the crowds gathering
in Plaza
He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy jacket
and brown slacks and loaded the
The Stetson put the icing on the southern
and he for the parking lot
leaving the key behind in his
he he wouldn't be coming back
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being
parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be
the Texas Book Depository
the motorcade came down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way through a of good ol' boys
and stood next to a kid in a
a Confederate flag
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first cigarette for two
He checked the one last time
and a smoke ring
the blue Dallas heat haze
12.30
He ground the Strike under the heel of his boot
and calmly off three shots
Lonnie put the camera back into its
and melted the panic
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really being that