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 the time, I hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I to be a rock

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

It's my next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the won't freeze
The fish in the tank and died last 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 star my Bethlehem

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

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

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

talking 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 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

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

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