Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie was disturbed by the face
that back at him from the bathroom mirror
He looked older he remembered
it was as if all forty-two of his life
had suddenly leap frogged over other
and crash in his face
He was and the truth hit him
like a man no parachute
the eyes golfballs
the skin on his face like a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of greasy frizz
that he combed from one side of his to the other
to his baldness
in emphasized it
It was in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963
and Lonnie couldn't
Lonnie took a last at the face
and popped another tablet
under his sandpaper
and slipped into a cold, sleep
The last Lonnie saw
before his eyes closed
was his watching him
from the other side of the Motel
but the camera loaded yet
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really being that
Lonnie's body woke him at 8:30 sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV into life
the crowds already gathering
in Dealy
He showered, shaved, and slipped an Ivy League 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 back
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really hated that
parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he to be outside
the Texas Book Depository
the motorcade came down Elm St.
12.20
He his way through a group of good ol' boys
and stood next to a kid in a
waving a flag
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first cigarette for two
He the focus one last time
and a smoke ring
into the blue Dallas heat
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the of his boot
and calmly squeezed off shots
Lonnie put the camera into its case
and into the panic
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really hated being