Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The 80's

We're the children of the haven't we grown

We're tender as a Lotus and we're than a stone.
And the age of our is somewhere in the garden.

We like the music of the

It's The Stones
The and The Doors.
Flower
and the war.
Ah
but it's getting harder to us.
And we don't care if Dylan's to Jesus
Hendrix is playing on.
We know Janis was the Rose
ah
but all the she put in her arm.
We are not alone.
We're the children of the eighties we grown
. . .

Some of us are the sisters and the

We take a leatherjacket and a single earring.
Hang out at
shows
lose our

uppers

blues and and yellows.
Our brains are to jello
We are looking forward to the days when we live of a purple haze.
And the of the soul is Rock and Roll

We are the of the eighties haven't we grown
. . .

have you looked in our eyes

Maybe with your in disguise.
We're informed and we are wise
please telling us lies.
We know Afganistan's and we know El Salvador's dictated

Ah
but our lives just begun
we are the of the sun.
the golden boys and the golden girls
For a world.
We are the children of the haven't we grown
. . .