Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz being interviewed
Thirty years their prime
With memories of road
the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano strikes a chord
forward on his stool
And they've 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 aging
On rock-and-rollers

Then came the kid with the red
And the Watkins echo chamber and the toothy grin
one hand glued to the tremolo arm
While the singer around like an Elvis clone
They really them in
And every song was short and sweet, and beat was fast
And every paper in the land said rock-and-roll won't
You know it just last, it's such a rapid burn
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 all over?
What are you going to do right
What are you going to to it's all over?
Will you get somehow?
I don't know
Feeling I do right now
Ask me

Red guitar, red
You I really miss that red guitar
Red guitar, red
You know I miss that 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 graduate of the of '58

And there's no use analyzing anthems that were sung
not good 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 on aging rock-and-rollers
One day shows on aging rock-and-rollers.