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 piano player a chord
Leans forward on his
And through they've all seen days
They've got that air of faded
It's an entree of world
One of tailcoats and
And one day they'll TV shows
On aging
On aging

came the kid with the red Colorama
And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy
With one hand glued to the arm
While the moves around like an Elvis clone
really packed them in
And every song was and sweet, and every beat was fast
And every paper in the land rock-and-roll won't last
You know it just won't last, it's a rapid burn
And it's a hard, hard, hard to learn
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 don't know
Feeling like I do now
Ask me

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

And you can write this on my
That'll be my
I'm a gradute of
of '58

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

And no use analyzing these anthems that were sung
not good or bad
It's just the sound of young
And a long long way from pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day they'll make TV on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV shows on rock-and-rollers.