Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys interviewed
years beyond their prime
With memories of road
the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano player a chord
Leans forward on his
And through they've all better days
They've got air of faded cool
It's an entree of another
One of and victrolas
And one day they'll make TV
On aging
On aging

came the kid with the red Colorama
And the copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin
With one hand to the tremolo arm
the singer moves around like an Elvis clone
They packed them in
And every song was short and sweet, and beat was fast
And every paper in the said rock-and-roll won't last
You it just won't last, it's such a rapid burn
And it's a hard, hard, hard to learn
It's a hard, hard, lesson to learn

Well what are you going to do when it's all
What are you going to do now?
are you going to to when it's all over?
Will you get somehow?
I just know
Feeling I do right now
Ask me

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

And you can this on my tombstone
be my fate
I'm a gradute of
of '58

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

And there's no use analyzing these anthems that were
not good or bad
It's just the of being young
And it's a long long way pompadours
And and payola
And one day they'll TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV shows on rock-and-rollers.