Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man whose were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in had dropped out,
To his mind.
And Sarah, his daughter had not to him.
Maybe raised 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 at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
jericho parkway
Is what you a one-way street.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the
Aimed his Lincoln and drove himself into a wall.
How could a thing sush as ever happen.
All the community it was shame.
He was a good man,he was a man yeah,
That's what he was a and clean man
And his landlady said he was an tenant.
They're always nice and quiet 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 he'd read.
Father, father, father.
You always to be so out of reach.
And the sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl the door,
And leans it with her head bowed low.
Thoughts raced her mind
Of she was a child.
Raised by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had him yesterday
There were so many she had to say
Henry, the check is in my
Brought by the man to cover all my plans
We'll have flowers, your will be there
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy all his hair
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, busy being born,
And when past.