Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys interviewed
Thirty years their prime
memories of road shows
From the Golden Age of
The piano strikes a chord
Leans forward on his
And through they've all seen days
got that air of faded cool
It's an of another world
One of tailcoats and
And one day they'll TV shows
On aging
On rock-and-rollers

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

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

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

And you can write this on my
be my fate
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 were
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the sound of young
And it's a long way from pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day they'll TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV shows on rock-and-rollers.