Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the
that back at him from the bathroom mirror
He looked older than he
it was as if all forty-two of his life
had suddenly frogged over each other
and crash landed in his
He was and the truth hit him
like a man with no
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 head to the
to his baldness
in emphasized it
It was 2:30 in the Nov. 22nd 1963
and Lonnie sleep
Lonnie took a last at the face
and popped another tablet
his sandpaper tongue
and slipped a cold, dark sleep
The thing Lonnie saw
before his eyes finally
was his watching him
from the other side of the room
but the wasn't loaded yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he hated being that
Lonnie's body woke him at 8:30 sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV crackled life
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 cake
and he headed for the lot
the key behind in his room
he knew he be coming back
Lonnie Garamond was a
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really hated being
Lonnie parked the and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be
the Texas School Depository
before the motorcade 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 Confederate
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first cigarette for two
He checked the one last time
and a smoke ring
into the blue Dallas heat
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his
and calmly squeezed off three
Lonnie put the back into its case
and melted into the
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated that