Luyện nghe bài hát At Seventeen

I learned the at seventeen
love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with skinned smiles
Who young and then retired
The I never knew
The Friday charades of youth
Were spent on one beautiful
At seventeen I the truth...
And those of us with faces
Lacking in the graces
Desperately remained at
Inventing lovers on the
Who called to say "come with me"
And vague obscenities
It all it seems at seventeen...
A brown girl in hand me downs
Whose name I could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the who serve
They only get they deserve"
The relationed hometown queen
Marries what she needs
With a of company
And for the elderly...
So remember those who win the
Lose the love sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious
Their small-town eyes will at you
In surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts at seventeen...
To those of us who the pain
Of that never came
And those whose names never called
When sides for basketball
It was long ago and far
the world was younger today
when dreams were all they for free
to ugly duckling like me...
We all play the game, and we dare
We ourselves at solitaire
lovers on the phone
Repenting other unknown
That and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur obscenities
At ugly like me, at seventeen...