Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie Garamond was by the face
looked back at him from the bathroom mirror
He older than he remembered
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 with no
the eyes were
the skin hung on his face a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of black frizz
that he combed from one side of his head to the
to his baldness
in reality it
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd
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
before his eyes closed
was his watching him
from the other of the Motel room
but the wasn't loaded yet
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a
and he really hated being
Lonnie's body clock him at 8:30 sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV crackled life
the crowds already gathering
in Dealy
He showered, shaved, and slipped an Ivy League jacket
and brown slacks and the camera
The put the icing on the southern cake
and he for the parking lot
the key behind in his room
he knew he wouldn't be back
Lonnie Garamond was a
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated that
Lonnie the Buick and ran down Pacific St.
It was 12.15 and he wanted to be
the Texas Book Depository
the motorcade came 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 last
and blew a ring
into the blue Dallas heat
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike the heel of his boot
and calmly off three shots
Lonnie put the camera back into its
and melted into the
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he hated being that