Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys being
Thirty years beyond their
With memories of shows
From the Golden Age of
The player strikes a chord
forward on his stool
And through all seen better days
got that air of faded 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 Watkins copycat echo and the toothy grin
With one glued to the tremolo arm
While the singer moves like an Elvis clone
really packed them 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 won't last, it's such a rapid burn
And it's a hard, hard, hard to learn
It's a hard, hard, hard to learn

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

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

And you can write 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 that were sung
not good or bad
It's the sound of being young
And a long long way from pompadours
And and payola
And one day make TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV shows on rock-and-rollers.