Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz being interviewed
years beyond their prime
With of road shows
the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano player strikes a
forward on his stool
And through they've all better days
They've got air of faded cool
It's an entree of another
One of and victrolas
And one day make TV shows
On rock-and-rollers
On rock-and-rollers

Then came the kid the red Colorama
And the copycat echo chamber and the toothy grin
one hand glued to the tremolo arm
While the singer moves around like an 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 a rapid burn
And a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn
It's a hard, hard, lesson to learn

Well what are you going to do when all over?
What are you to do right now?
What are you going to to when it's all
Will you get somehow?
I just know
Feeling like I do now
Ask me

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

And you can write on my tombstone
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 of the class of '58

And there's no use analyzing anthems that were sung
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the of being young
And it's a long way from pompadours
And and payola
And one day they'll make TV shows on rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV on aging rock-and-rollers.