Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the
looked back at him from the bathroom mirror
He looked than 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
a man with no parachute
the were golfballs
the skin on his face like a cheap suit
and the of greasy black frizz
that he combed one side of his head to the other
to his baldness
in emphasized it
It was 2:30 in the Nov. 22nd 1963
and Lonnie sleep
Lonnie took a last look at the
and popped another sleeping
his sandpaper tongue
and into a cold, dark sleep
The last thing saw
before his eyes closed
was his camera him
from the side of the Motel room
but the camera loaded yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really being that
body clock woke him at 8:30 sharp
He a button by his bed
and the TV crackled life
showing the already gathering
in Plaza
He showered, shaved, and into an Ivy League jacket
and brown slacks and the camera
The put the icing on the southern cake
and he for the parking lot
leaving the key in his room
he he wouldn't be coming back
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he to be outside
the Texas School Book
before the motorcade down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way through a group of good ol'
and stood to a kid in a wheelchair
a Confederate flag
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first cigarette for two
He checked the focus one time
and blew a smoke
into the blue heat haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the of his boot
and calmly squeezed off three
Lonnie put the camera into its case
and into the panic
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being