Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

Ian
"At Seventeen"
I leaned the truth at seventeen love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles who married young and
retired.
The valentines I 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, lacking in the graces,
Desperatly remained at home, inventing 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 who serve; they only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed hometown marries into what she needs.
A guarantee of and haven for the elderly."
those who win the game lose the love they sought to gain.
In debentures of and dubious integrity.
Their small-town eyes will gape at you in dull when payment due
accounts received at seventeen.
To of us who know the pain of valentines that never came,
And those names were never called when choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away; the world was much younger today
And dreams were all they away for free to ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the and when we dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire.
Inventing lovers on the phone, repenting other lives
That call and say, "Come with me," and murmur vague obscenities
At girls like me at seventeen.