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 years of his life
had suddenly leap frogged over each
and crash in his face
He was and the truth hit him
like a man no parachute
the eyes were
the skin hung on his face like a 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 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963
and Lonnie couldn't
Lonnie took a look at the face
and another sleeping tablet
under his tongue
and into a cold, dark sleep
The thing Lonnie saw
his eyes finally closed
was his camera him
from the other of the Motel room
but the wasn't loaded yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really hated that
Lonnie's body woke him at 8:30 sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV into life
showing the already gathering
in Plaza
He showered, shaved, and into an Ivy League jacket
and slacks and loaded the camera
The Stetson put the icing on the southern
and he headed for the lot
leaving the key in his room
he knew he wouldn't be coming
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down 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 ol' boys
and stood next to a kid in a
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
into the blue heat haze
12.30
He ground the Strike under the heel of his boot
and calmly squeezed off shots
Lonnie put the camera into its case
and into the panic
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being