Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

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

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

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

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

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

She could clean the house for
Or rearrange the
Or run naked through the shady
all the way

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

So she let the phone ringing
As she sat there singing
nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her easy chair

The evening sun gently on
The eyes of Jordan
On the rooftop where she
all the laughter grew too loud

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

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