Luyện nghe bài hát Lonnie

Lonnie was disturbed by the face
that looked at him from the bathroom mirror
He older than he remembered
it was as if all forty-two of his life
had suddenly leap frogged each other
and crash landed in his
He was middle-aged and the hit him
like a man no parachute
the eyes golfballs
the hung on his face like a cheap suit
and the trapdoor of greasy frizz
that he combed from one side of his head to the
to hide his
in emphasized it
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd
and couldn't sleep
Lonnie took a last at the face
and another sleeping tablet
under his tongue
and slipped a cold, dark sleep
The last Lonnie saw
before his eyes closed
was his watching him
from the side of the Motel room
but the camera wasn't yet
Lonnie Garamond was a
Garamond was a loser
Lonnie was a loser
and he really hated being
Lonnie's body clock woke him at sharp
He stabbed a by his bed
and the TV into life
showing the crowds gathering
in Dealy
He showered, shaved, and slipped an Ivy League jacket
and brown and loaded the camera
The put the icing on the southern cake
and he headed for the 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 that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down St.
It was 12.15 and he to be outside
the School Book Depository
before the motorcade down Elm St.
12.20
He elbowed his way through a group of ol' boys
and stood to a kid in a wheelchair
a Confederate flag
12.25
He took off the cap
and lit his first for two years
He checked the one last time
and a smoke ring
the blue Dallas heat haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike the heel of his boot
and squeezed off three shots
Lonnie put the back into its case
and melted into the
Lonnie Garamond was a
Lonnie was a loser
Garamond was a loser
and he really hated that