Luyện nghe bài hát Transit

The merge from the turnpike was murder, but its never a
It was Friday at five, and no one was an inch
They squeezed and the and they glared
Half them impaired by rage or exhaustion
The rest were touchy as hell

near Paterson everything slowed to a crawl
The all-news station was someone for the call
Its a van from St. Agness
Theres a nun out there changing a
By the time they got by her, were out of control

So they all hit the gas in a for position
Bobing and and flashing their highbeams
Fliping the bird and screaming
A well-insured hell-bent on Saturday

And so they continued west-bound and the sun
Law and constraining nary a one
By then it was
Not one even vaguely
That had come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap

But how had it happened? They had all missed their
How had it happened? Was it some kind of
And in all went, bumper to bumper
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In they all went, like sheep to the
and carpenters, doctors and lawyers
And in all went, families in minivans
republicans, weekend militiamen
They followed the river, and the bend
minsi and tammany and into their destiny
Lying in ambush right their before
The old sun right on the horizon

Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the
She a quick prayer and put the old van into gear
Thank God that the was light
If she hurried she might not be
For that evenings at the state penetentiary

She the common room and their was her choir
Altos and baritones, and tenors
Car thieves and dealers, mobsters and murderers
Husbands and sons, and brothers
And so it in glorious harmony
and Tenderly calling for you and me
With the whining way off in the distance
And the sun going through the bars of the prison
They poured out their souls, they out their memories
They poured out their hopes for whats of eternity
To sister her soul like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of faces