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 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 his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm home he softly, as he opened the door
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
jericho parkway
Is what you call a street.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
At 7.20, monday New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the
Aimed his steady and drove 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 and clean man
And his said he was an exemplary tenant.
always nice and quiet when they're all alone
At his age.
The man sat, on a small woven mat.
While the silken smoke it cirlcled head.
The cigarettes 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 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 she had phoned him yesterday
There were so many she had to say
Henry, the is in my hands
Brought by the insurance man to all my plans
We'll have flowers, your broker will be
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 busy born,
And when past.