Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

I learned the truth at
love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with skinned smiles
Who married and then retired
The valentines I knew
The Friday night of youth
spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I the truth...
And those of us with ravaged
Lacking in the graces
Desperately at home
Inventing lovers on the
Who called to say "come dance me"
And murmured vague
It isn't all it at seventeen...
A brown girl in hand me downs
Whose I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who
only get what they deserve"
The rich hometown queen
Marries what she needs
With a guarantee of
And for the elderly...
So remember who win the game
Lose the they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious
Their small-town eyes will at you
In dull surprise payment due
Exceeds accounts at seventeen...
To those of us who knew the
Of valentines never came
And those whose were never called
When sides for basketball
It was long ago and far
the world was younger than
when dreams were all they gave for
to ugly duckling like me...
We all play the game, and we dare
We cheat ourselves at
Inventing lovers on the
Repenting other unknown
call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague
At girls like me, at seventeen...