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 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 he said softly, as he opened the door
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
jericho parkway
Is what you a one-way street.
At 7.20, monday 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 man,he was a clean man yeah,
That's what he was a good and man
And his landlady said he was an tenant.
They're always and quiet when they're all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a small mat.
While the silken smoke it over head.
The cigarettes were there to prove he care
Bout the contents of the he'd just read.
Father, father, father.
You seemed to be so out of reach.
And the sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl the door,
And against 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
were 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, 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 people yet unknown, were being born,
And time past.