Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

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