Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys being
Thirty years their prime
With memories of shows
the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano player a chord
forward on his stool
And through all seen better days
They've got air of faded cool
It's an of another world
One of and victrolas
And one day make TV shows
On aging
On aging

Then the kid with the red Colorama
And the Watkins echo chamber and the toothy grin
With one hand glued to the arm
While the singer around like an Elvis clone
They really packed in
And every song was 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, such a rapid burn
And it's a hard, hard, hard to learn
It's a hard, hard, hard to learn

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

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

And you can this 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 graduate of the of '58

And there's no use analyzing these 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 doo-wop and
And one day make TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV on aging rock-and-rollers.