Luyện nghe bài hát Transit

The merge the turnpike was murder, but its never a cinch
It was at five, and no one was giving an inch
They squeezed and the edged and they
Half them clearly impaired by or exhaustion
The rest were just as hell

Somewhere near Paterson slowed to a crawl
The all-news station was thanking someone for the
Its a van from St. choir
a nun out there changing a tire
By the they got by her, tempers were out of control

So they all hit the gas in a for position
Bobing and weaving and their highbeams
Fliping the and screaming obscenities
A hoard hell-bent on Saturday

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

But how had it happened? They had all their exits
How had it happened? Was it kind of vortex?
And in they all went, to bumper
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In they all went, like to the slaughter
and carpenters, doctors and lawyers
And in they all went, 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 angry old sun on the horizon

Sister tightened the bolts of the spare
She said a quick prayer and put the old van gear
Thank God the traffic was light
If she hurried she not be late
For that evenings performance at the penetentiary

She entered the common room and their was her
Altos and baritones, and tenors
Car thieves and crack dealers, and murderers
and sons, fathers and brothers
And so it began in harmony
Softly and Tenderly for you and me
With the interstate whining way off in the
And the sun down through the bars of the prison
They poured out their souls, poured out their memories
They out their hopes for whats left of eternity
To sister Maria her like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of faces