Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys being
Thirty beyond their prime
With of road shows
From the Golden Age of
The piano player strikes a
Leans forward on his
And through they've all better days
They've got that air of faded
It's an entree of world
One of and victrolas
And one day make TV shows
On aging
On aging

Then came the kid the red Colorama
And the copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin
With one hand to the tremolo arm
While the moves around like an Elvis clone
They packed them in
And every song was and sweet, and every beat was fast
And every in the land 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, hard to learn
It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to

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

Red guitar, red
You know I really miss 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 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 sung
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the sound of being
And a long long way from pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day they'll make TV shows on aging
One day they'llmakeTV on aging rock-and-rollers.