Luyện nghe bài hát Transit

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

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

So all hit the gas in a dash for position
and weaving and flashing their highbeams
Fliping the bird and obscenities
A well-insured hoard on Saturday

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

But how had it happened? They had all missed exits
How had it happened? Was it some of vortex?
And in they all went, to bumper
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In all went, like sheep to the slaughter
Bankers and carpenters, and lawyers
And in all went, families in minivans
Ashcroft republicans, militiamen
They the river, and rounded the bend
minsi and tammany and into their destiny
Lying in ambush their before them
The angry old sun right on the

Sister Maria the bolts of the spare
She said a quick and put the old van into gear
Thank God that the traffic was
If she she might not be late
For evenings performance at the state penetentiary

She entered the common room and their was her
Altos and baritones, basses and
Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and
Husbands and sons, fathers and
And so it began in harmony
Softly and Tenderly 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 souls, they poured out their memories
They poured out their for whats left of eternity
To Maria her soul like a prism
For the light of on all of their faces