Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old guys being interviewed
years beyond their prime
With memories of road
the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano player a chord
Leans 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 aging
On aging

came the kid with the red Colorama
And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the grin
one hand glued to the tremolo arm
While the moves around like an Elvis clone
really packed them in
And every song was short and sweet, and every 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 lesson to
It's a hard, hard, hard lesson to

Well what are you going to do when it's all
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 I do right now
Ask me

Red guitar, red
You know I really 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 of the class of '58
Red guitar, '58, I'm a graduate of the of '58

And there's no use analyzing anthems that were sung
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 make TV on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV shows on rock-and-rollers.