Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the 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 daughter had not to him.
he'd 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 opened the
and gazed at his apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound parkway
Is what you call a street.
jericho parkway
Is what you a one-way street.
At 7.20, monday New Year,
Mister Henry leaned against the pedal
Aimed his steady and drove himself into a wall.
How could a thing as this ever happen.
All the said it was shame.
He was a man,he was a clean man yeah,
what he was a good and clean man
And his landlady he was an exemplary tenant.
They're always nice and quiet they're all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a small mat.
While the silken 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 sign peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl the door,
And leans against it her head bowed low.
raced through her mind
Of she was a child.
Raised by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him
There were so things she had to say
Henry, the is in my hands
Brought by the insurance man to cover all my
have flowers, your broker will be there
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.