Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys being
Thirty beyond their prime
memories of road shows
From the Golden Age of
The player strikes a chord
Leans on his stool
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 rock-and-rollers
On rock-and-rollers

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

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

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

And you can this on my tombstone
That'll be my
I'm a of rock-and-roll
of '58

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

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