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 had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had out,
To his mind.
And Sarah, his daughter had not to him.
Maybe he'd raised her the way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with fingers
No mail, anyone.
I'm home he said softly, as he opened the
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
At 7.20, monday New Year,
Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his Lincoln steady and himself into a wall.
How could a thing sush as this happen.
All the said it was shame.
He was a good man,he was a man yeah,
what he was a good and clean man
And his landlady said he was an tenant.
They're always nice and quiet when all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a woven mat.
the silken smoke it cirlcled over head.
The cigarettes were there to prove he care
Bout the contents of the telegram he'd read.
Father, father, father.
You seemed to be so out of reach.
And the psychedelyc sign peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl the door,
And against 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 him yesterday
There so many things she had to say
Henry, the is in my hands
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 all his hair
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, were busy born,
And when past.