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.
he'd raised her the wrong way.
He wondered.
He his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm he said softly, as he opened the door
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound jericho
Is you call a one-way street.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the
Aimed his steady and drove himself into a wall.
How could a sush as this ever happen.
All the said it was shame.
He was a man,he was a clean man yeah,
That's he was a good and clean man
And his landlady said he was an tenant.
They're always nice and quiet when they're all
At his age.
The young man sat, on a small mat.
While the silken smoke it cirlcled head.
The cigarettes were there to he didn't care
Bout the contents of the telegram just read.
Father, father, father.
You seemed to be so out of reach.
And the psychedelyc read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a closes the door,
And leans it with her head bowed low.
raced through her mind
Of she was a child.
warmly by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She she had phoned him yesterday
were so many things she had to say
Henry, the is in my hands
Brought by the insurance man to all my plans
have flowers, your broker 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 when past.