Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

Ian
"At Seventeen"
I leaned the truth at seventeen that love was meant for queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles who married and then
retired.
The valentines I knew, the Friday night charades of youth
spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I learned the truth.
And of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces,
remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me," and vague obscenities.
It isn't all it at seventeen.
A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs whose name I never pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve; they only get they deserve.
The rich hometown queen marries into what she needs.
A guarantee of company and for the elderly."
those who win the game lose the love they sought to gain.
In of quality and dubious integrity.
Their small-town eyes gape at you in dull surprise when payment due
accounts received at seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain of valentines that came,
And those names were never called when choosing sides for basketball.
It was ago and far away; the world was much younger than today
And dreams were all they gave away for free to ugly girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare to cheat at solitaire.
lovers on the phone, repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, "Come dance with me," and murmur vague
At ugly like me at seventeen.