Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man whose memories were 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 college had out,
To his mind.
And Sarah, his had not spoken to him.
Maybe he'd her the wrong way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with fingers
No mail, anyone.
I'm home he said softly, as he the door
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound parkway
Is you call a one-way street.
Southbound jericho
Is you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned the pedal
Aimed his Lincoln steady and himself into a wall.
How could a sush as this ever happen.
All the said it was shame.
He was a good man,he was a man yeah,
That's he was a good 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 smoke it cirlcled over head.
The were there to prove he didn't care
Bout the contents of the telegram he'd read.
Father, father, father.
You seemed to be so out of reach.
And the psychedelyc read: peace.
in New York, a girl closes the door,
And leans against it with her bowed low.
Thoughts raced her mind
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 check is in my
Brought by the insurance man to all my plans
We'll have flowers, your will be there
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy all his hair
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, busy being born,
And time past.