Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

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

Sunday's pancakes, Miss Mary
Color Polaroids show my heart
In my pants and dusty shoes
The day the playground laughed at my shoes

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

miners, fishermen
In my town of
Picket fences, at ten
No star my Bethlehem

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

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

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

Everybody's about Becky's bust
The boys on the basketball 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 jeers
I don't to be me, I don't want to be here

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

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