Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man whose memories made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had out,
To his mind.
And Sarah, his had not spoken to him.
Maybe 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 gazed at his apartment.
Aching, thinking.
jericho parkway
Is what you a one-way street.
Southbound jericho
Is what you a one-way street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the
Aimed his Lincoln and drove himself into a wall.
How could a sush as this ever happen.
All the community it was shame.
He was a good man,he was a man yeah,
what he was a good and clean man
And his landlady he was an exemplary tenant.
They're always nice and when they're all alone
At his age.
The young man sat, on a woven mat.
the silken smoke it cirlcled over head.
The cigarettes were there to he didn't care
Bout the contents of the he'd just read.
Father, father, father.
You always to be so out of reach.
And the sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a closes the door,
And leans against it with her bowed low.
raced through her mind
Of she was a child.
warmly by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him
There 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 broker 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.