Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

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

Sunday's pancakes, Mary Mack
Color Polaroids show my heart
In my second-hand pants and shoes
The day that the laughed 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 last
Oh, I to be a dog or I want to be a leaf

Quarry miners,
In my of Bethlehem
fences, church at ten
No star my Bethlehem

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

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

Still I'm tired of
Still tired of
Still everyday I of leaving

Everybody's about Becky's bust
The boys on the basketball just fuck
The same ten girls, who know who they are
They're looking for some comfort in the of a car

The six-packs of beer, the room jeers
I want to be me, I don't want to be here

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

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