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 business had but women get lonely 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 raised her the way.
He wondered.
He his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm home he said softly, as he the door
and at his empty 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 Johnson leaned against the
Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself a wall.
How could a thing sush as this 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 nice and quiet when they're all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a woven mat.
While the silken it cirlcled over head.
The cigarettes were there to prove he care
Bout the contents of the telegram just read.
Father, father, father.
You always to be so out of reach.
And the sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a closes the door,
And against it with 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 so many things she had to say
Henry, the check is in my
Brought by the insurance man to all my plans
We'll have flowers, your broker 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, busy being born,
And when past.