Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man whose memories made up,
Of nothing.
He the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had out,
To his mind.
And Sarah, his had not spoken to him.
Maybe he'd her the wrong way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm home he said softly, as he the door
and gazed at his apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound parkway
Is what you a one-way street.
Southbound jericho
Is you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry leaned against the pedal
Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself a wall.
How could a thing sush as ever happen.
All the community it was shame.
He was a man,he was a clean man yeah,
That's what he was a and clean man
And his said he was an exemplary tenant.
They're always nice and when they're all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a small mat.
While the smoke it cirlcled over head.
The cigarettes were there to he didn't care
Bout the contents of the telegram just read.
Father, father, father.
You always to be so out of reach.
And the psychedelyc read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a closes the door,
And leans it with her head bowed low.
Thoughts through her mind
Of she was a child.
Raised warmly by a man she know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him
There were so many she had to say
Henry, the is in my hands
by the insurance man to cover all my plans
We'll have flowers, your will be there
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, were busy born,
And when past.