Luyện nghe bài hát Southbound Jericho Parkway

There was a man whose memories were up,
Of nothing.
He the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had out,
To his mind.
And Sarah, his had not spoken to him.
Maybe raised her the wrong way.
He wondered.
He checked his mailbox, with a-tremblin'
No mail, anyone.
I'm he said softly, as he opened the door
and at his empty apartment.
Aching, thinking.
Southbound parkway
Is what you a one-way street.
Southbound jericho
Is what you call a street.
At 7.20, after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned the pedal
Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove into a wall.
How could a sush as this ever happen.
All the community it was shame.
He was a good man,he was a man yeah,
That's he was a good and clean man
And his said he was an exemplary tenant.
They're always nice and quiet when all alone
At his age.
The man sat, on a small woven mat.
While the silken smoke it over head.
The cigarettes were there to prove he care
Bout the contents of the telegram just read.
Father, father, father.
You always to be so out of reach.
And the sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl the door,
And leans it with her head bowed low.
Thoughts raced her mind
Of she was a child.
warmly by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She she had phoned him yesterday
There were so many she had to say
Henry, the check is in my
Brought by the insurance man to all my plans
We'll flowers, your broker will be there
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his
And the sun rose,and the
As it has,
And people yet unknown, busy being born,
And when past.