Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

Ian
"At Seventeen"
I leaned the at seventeen that love was meant for beauty queens
And school girls with clear-skinned smiles who married young and then
retired.
The valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of
Were spent on one beautiful. At seventeen I learned the truth.
And of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces,
Desperatly at home, inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me," and murmured obscenities.
It all it seems at seventeen.
A brown-eyed in hand-me-downs whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who they only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed hometown queen marries into she needs.
A guarantee of and haven for the elderly."
Remember those who win the game lose the they sought to gain.
In of quality and dubious integrity.
Their small-town eyes will at you in dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts at seventeen.
To those of us who know the of valentines that never came,
And those whose names never called when choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far the world was much younger than today
And dreams were all they gave away for to ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare to ourselves at solitaire.
Inventing lovers on the phone, repenting lives unknown
That and say, "Come dance with me," and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly like me at seventeen.