Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz being interviewed
Thirty years their prime
With memories of shows
From the Age of Swingtime
The player strikes a chord
Leans forward on his
And through all seen better days
They've got that air of cool
It's an of another world
One of tailcoats and
And one day they'll make TV
On rock-and-rollers
On rock-and-rollers

Then the kid with the red Colorama
And the copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin
With one hand glued to the arm
the singer moves around like an Elvis clone
They really packed in
And every song was and sweet, and every beat was fast
And every paper in the land said won't last
You know it just won't last, it's such a burn
And it's a hard, hard, lesson to learn
It's a hard, hard, lesson to learn

Well what are you to do when it's all over?
What are you going to do now?
What are you going to to when all over?
you get along somehow?
I don't know
like I do right now
Ask me

Red guitar, red
You I really miss that red guitar
Red guitar, red
You I reallly miss that red guitar

And you can write on my tombstone
That'll be my
I'm a gradute of
of '58

'58, '58, I'm a of the class of '58
Red guitar, '58, I'm a graduate of the of '58

And there's no use analyzing these anthems that sung
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the sound of being
And it's a long way from pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day they'll make TV shows on rock-and-rollers
One day shows on aging rock-and-rollers.