Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man memories were made 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 a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm he said softly, as he opened the door
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
jericho parkway
Is what you call a street.
Southbound jericho
Is you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry leaned against the pedal
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 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.
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 always to be so out of reach.
And the psychedelyc 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.
warmly by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him
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 all his hair
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, busy being born,
And time past.