Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

Ian
"At Seventeen"
I leaned the truth at seventeen that was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned who married young and then
retired.
The I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces, in the social graces,
Desperatly remained at home, lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me," and murmured obscenities.
It all it seems at seventeen.
A girl in hand-me-downs whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve; only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed queen marries into what she needs.
A guarantee of and haven for the elderly."
Remember those who win the game lose the they sought to gain.
In debentures of and dubious integrity.
Their small-town eyes will gape at you in dull surprise when due
accounts received at seventeen.
To those of us who the pain 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 all they gave away for free to ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and we dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire.
Inventing lovers on the phone, repenting lives unknown
That call and say, "Come dance with me," and murmur obscenities
At ugly like me at seventeen.