Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz being interviewed
Thirty years beyond prime
With memories of road
From the Golden Age of
The piano player a chord
forward on his stool
And through they've all seen better
got that air of faded cool
It's an of another world
One of tailcoats and
And one day make TV shows
On aging
On rock-and-rollers

Then came the kid with the red
And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy
With one hand glued to the arm
While the singer moves around an Elvis clone
They really packed 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 burn
And a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn
It's a hard, hard, hard to learn

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

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

And you can write 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 of the class of '58

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