Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie was disturbed by the face
that looked back at him from the mirror
He looked than he remembered
it was as if all years of his life
had suddenly leap frogged each other
and crash in his face
He was and the truth hit him
like a man no parachute
the eyes were
the hung on his face like a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of black frizz
that he from one side of his head to the other
to his baldness
in reality it
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd
and couldn't sleep
Lonnie a last look at the face
and popped another tablet
under his sandpaper
and slipped into a cold, dark
The last Lonnie saw
before his eyes finally
was his camera him
from the side of the Motel room
but the camera wasn't yet
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie's body clock him at 8:30 sharp
He a button 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 loaded the
The Stetson put the on the southern cake
and he for the parking lot
leaving the key in his room
he knew he wouldn't be back
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie was a loser
and he really being that
Lonnie the Buick and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he to be outside
the Texas School Depository
the motorcade came down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way through a of good ol' boys
and next to a kid in a wheelchair
a Confederate flag
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first for two years
He checked the focus one last
and a smoke ring
into the Dallas heat haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike the heel of his boot
and calmly squeezed off three
put the camera back into its case
and melted into the
Lonnie Garamond was a
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being