Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the
that looked back at him from the bathroom
He looked older than he
it was as if all forty-two years of his
had suddenly leap frogged over each
and crash in his face
He was middle-aged and the hit him
like a man with no
the eyes were
the skin hung on his face a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of greasy frizz
that he combed from one side of his to the other
to hide his
in reality 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 into a cold, sleep
The thing Lonnie saw
before his eyes finally
was his camera him
from the other of the Motel room
but the camera wasn't yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie 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 into life
the crowds already gathering
in Dealy
He showered, shaved, and slipped an Ivy League jacket
and brown and loaded the camera
The Stetson put the icing on the 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
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down St.
It was 12.15 and he to be outside
the Texas School Book
before the came down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way through a of good ol' boys
and stood to a kid in a wheelchair
waving a Confederate
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first for two years
He checked the focus one last
and blew a smoke
into the Dallas heat haze
12.30
He the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot
and calmly squeezed off shots
Lonnie put the camera back into its
and melted into the
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being