Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

Pulling on the apron strings, up
Standing on the to be grown up
I feel so little, I my pillow
I hate the time, I hate the
I want to be a dog or I to be a rock

Sunday's pancakes, Miss Mary
Color show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and shoes
The day that the playground at my shoes

It's my birthday next and what I want please
Is to turn on the so the fish won't freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died week
Oh, I want to be a dog or I want to be a

Quarry miners,
In my town of
Picket fences, at ten
No above my Bethlehem

Now I'm 16 and I think, I have an ulcer
I'm my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
I've lost pounds these past few days
to be class president and get straight A's

Well, who a shit about that anyway?
I to be a dog or a lump of clay

I'm tired of standing
Still of living
Still I dream of leaving

Everybody's talking about bust
The boys on the basketball team fuck
The same ten girls, who don't know who are
They're looking for comfort in the back of a car

The of beer, the locker room jeers
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be

Still I'm tired of
Still of living
Still everyday I dream of

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads,
No above my Bethlehem
I want to be a dog or I want to be a
I want to be me, I don't want to be here, Bethlehem