Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

Ian
"At Seventeen"
I leaned the truth at seventeen that love was meant for beauty
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles who young and then
retired.
The valentines I never knew, the Friday night of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I the truth.
And those of us with faces, lacking in the social graces,
Desperatly remained at home, inventing lovers on the
Who called to say, "Come with me," and murmured vague obscenities.
It isn't all it at seventeen.
A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve; they get what they deserve.
The rich hometown queen marries into what she needs.
A guarantee of and haven for the elderly."
Remember those who win the lose the love they sought to gain.
In debentures of and dubious integrity.
small-town eyes will gape 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 were never called when sides for basketball.
It was ago and far away; the world was much younger than today
And were all they gave away for free to ugly duckling girls like me.
We all the game and when we dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire.
Inventing lovers on the phone, repenting other lives
That call and say, "Come dance with me," and murmur obscenities
At ugly like me at seventeen.