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
got that air of faded cool
It's an entree of world
One of and victrolas
And one day make TV shows
On rock-and-rollers
On rock-and-rollers

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

Well what are you 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
like I do right 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 write this on my
That'll be my
I'm a of rock-and-roll
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 anthems that were
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the sound of young
And it's a long long way pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day they'll make TV shows on rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV on aging rock-and-rollers.