Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

I learned the truth at
That was meant for beauty queens
And high girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then
The valentines I knew
The Friday charades of youth
Were spent on one more
At I learned the truth...
And those of us ravaged faces
in the social graces
Desperately at home
Inventing lovers on the
Who called to say "come with me"
And vague obscenities
It all it seems at seventeen...
A brown eyed girl in me downs
Whose name I never pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who
They only get they deserve"
The relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she
With a of company
And for the elderly...
So remember who win the game
Lose the love sought to gain
In debitures of and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes gape at you
In dull surprise payment due
accounts received at seventeen...
To those of us who the pain
Of valentines that came
And whose names were never called
When choosing for basketball
It was long ago and far
the world was than today
when dreams were all they gave for
to ugly girls like me...
We all play the game, and when we
We ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the
Repenting other lives
call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague
At girls like me, at seventeen...