Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old guys being interviewed
years beyond their prime
With memories of shows
the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano strikes a chord
Leans on his stool
And through they've all better days
They've got that air of faded
It's an entree of another
One of and victrolas
And one day they'll TV shows
On aging
On aging

Then came the kid the red Colorama
And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the toothy
With one hand 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 won't
You know it just won't last, it's such a burn
And it's a hard, hard, lesson to learn
It's a hard, hard, lesson to learn

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

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

And you can write on my tombstone
be my fate
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 anthems were sung
not good or bad
It's the sound of being young
And it's a long long way pompadours
And and payola
And one day they'll make TV shows on aging
One day they'llmakeTV on aging rock-and-rollers.