Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

I the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for queens
And high school girls with clear smiles
Who married and then retired
The valentines I never
The Friday charades of youth
Were on one more beautiful
At I learned the truth...
And those of us with faces
in the social graces
Desperately at home
lovers on the phone
Who to say "come dance with me"
And vague obscenities
It all it seems at seventeen...
A brown girl in hand me downs
name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the who serve
only get what they deserve"
The rich relationed queen
into what she needs
With a of company
And for the elderly...
So those who win the game
Lose the love sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious
Their small-town will gape at you
In dull surprise when due
accounts received at seventeen...
To those of us who knew the
Of valentines that came
And those whose names never called
When choosing sides for
It was long ago and far
the was younger than today
when were all they gave for free
to duckling girls like me...
We all play the game, and when we
We cheat ourselves at
lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives
call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur obscenities
At ugly girls me, at seventeen...