Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the
that looked back at him the bathroom mirror
He looked older than he
it was as if all forty-two of his life
had suddenly leap over each other
and landed in his face
He was middle-aged and the hit him
like a man no parachute
the were golfballs
the hung on his face like a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of greasy black
he combed 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 another sleeping tablet
his sandpaper tongue
and slipped into a cold, dark
The last Lonnie saw
before his eyes closed
was his watching him
from the other side of the Motel
but the camera wasn't yet
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie Garamond was a
Garamond was a loser
and he really being that
Lonnie's body clock him at 8:30 sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV crackled life
showing the already gathering
in Dealy
He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy jacket
and brown slacks and loaded the
The Stetson put the icing on the cake
and he for the parking lot
leaving the key behind in his
he knew he wouldn't be back
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be
the School Book Depository
before the came down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way a group 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 cigarette for two years
He checked the focus one time
and a smoke ring
the blue Dallas heat haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his
and calmly squeezed off shots
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