Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

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

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

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

miners, fishermen
In my town of
fences, church at ten
No star above my

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

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

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

Everybody's talking about Becky's
The boys on the team just fuck
The ten girls, who don't know who they are
They're looking for some in the back of a car

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

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

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