Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

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

And she lay there 'neath the
of a thousand lovers
'Til the world to orange
And the room went spinning

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

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

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

She could the house for hours
Or the flowers
Or run through the shady street
all the way

At the age of seven
She she'd never ride
Through in a sports car
With the wind in her hair

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

The evening sun touched on
The of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she
When all the laughter too loud

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

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