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 he'd raised her the way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm he said softly, as he opened the door
and gazed at his apartment.
Aching, thinking.
jericho parkway
Is what you call a street.
jericho parkway
Is you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson against the pedal
Aimed his steady and drove himself into a wall.
How a thing sush 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 and clean man
And his landlady said he was an tenant.
They're always and quiet when they're all alone
At his age.
The man sat, on a small woven mat.
While the 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 always to be so out of reach.
And the sign read: peace.
in New York, a girl closes the door,
And leans it with her head bowed low.
Thoughts raced through her
Of she was a child.
Raised warmly by a man she know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had him yesterday
were so many things she had to say
Henry, the is in my hands
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 with all his
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, were being born,
And when past.