Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

The morning sun touched on
The eyes of Lucy
In a white bedroom
In a suburban town

And she lay 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a lovers
'Til the world to orange
And the went spinning round

At the age of seven
She realized she'd ride
Through in a sports car
With the wind in her hair

So she let the keep ringing
And she sat softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd
In her Daddy's chair

Her husband, he's off to
And the are off to school
And were oh so many ways
For her to her days

She could the house for hours
Or rearrange the
Or run naked through the street
all the way

At the age of seven
She realized she'd never
Through Paris in a car
With the warm wind in her

So she let the keep ringing
As she sat softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd
In her Daddy's easy

The sun touched gently on
The eyes of Jordan
On the rooftop she climbed
When all the laughter too loud

And she and curtsied to the man
Who and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty
She knew she'd forever
As she rode through Paris
the warm wind in her hair