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 hate the
I to be a dog or I want to be a rock

Sunday's pancakes, Miss Mack
Color Polaroids show my attack
In my second-hand and dusty shoes
The day the playground laughed at my shoes

It's my birthday next week and what I 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 to be a leaf

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

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

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

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

Everybody's about Becky's bust
The on the basketball team just fuck
The same ten girls, who 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 want to be me, I want to be here

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

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