Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

The morning sun lightly on
The eyes of Jordan
In a suburban bedroom
In a white suburban

And she lay there the covers
Dreaming of a thousand
'Til the turned to orange
And the room went round

At the age of thirty
She realized she'd ride
Paris in a sports car
With the warm in her hair

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

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

She could clean the for hours
Or the flowers
Or run naked through the shady
all the way

At the age of thirty
She realized never ride
Through Paris in a car
With the warm in her hair

So she let the phone keep
As she sat softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes memorized
In her easy chair

The sun touched gently on
The eyes of Jordan
On the where 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 car that waited past the crowd

At the age of seven
She knew she'd forever
As she along through Paris
With the wind in her hair