Luyện nghe bài hát Accident on 3rd Street

Linda was killed last Saturday about blocks from where she lives
In a car crash, people gathered the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black
Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to
The service started at half-past ten, it was all over by
They say it's God's to give, and to take away,
But why He happened to Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
it's just one of those things
One of those

They found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the eyes,
And he around the courtroom with a kind of vague suprise
Reminded me of one of those Vikings the long-handled swords
The kind of guy Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards
Said he wasn't looking, he had had a bit too much
It was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light or such
It was one of those things,
One of things.

I asked my local guru the situation and he me this reply
While pointing a bony finger up into the general of the sky:
"Get on your own life, it is not ours to reason why"
Said he used to worry about it when he was young
Now he doesn't even to try
He left me with a feeling that what he said was sound
Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, but profound
one of those things,
One of things.

Tonight I'm gonna take down to my local cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself
Gonna drink and drink and into that dark abyss
I wanna be just like that Viking, I know if ignorance is truly bliss.
Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her
Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines
It's just one of things,
One of things.

Oh, one of those things.