Luyện nghe bài hát Grudge

In the eighties, I had a radio.
I had a bad haircut
And nowhere to go except Castle and Eckerd Drugs.
She had sweat bands, she to break dance.
She wore a pair of shiny pants.
I was and she was a superstar.
Was it just, was it just, was it too much to ask?
Worlds were in the space us.
I guess I should've a sacrifice
Or to meet her set of standards.
I had a pretty good of Masters of the Universe.
I had Boba and Greedo and I was pushing seventeen.
She had tapes of Chaka Khan and Loggins,
She how to backwards skate.
She had eyes looked around for the boys
Who I had lately to hate.
At the time I was on a novel
Just another fruitless distraction.
I sometimes wondered what she would think of
What if I had wowed her some fiction
Over wine and by a lakeside?
Would she have stood back up and moonwalked home?
was it just too much to
Worlds were in the between us.
I guess I should've made a
Or to meet her set of standards.
But she didn't have respect for the Cats,
I didn't respect for that.
Rubik's Cubes not my style and they're still not
I was D&D.


When I back upon the eighties
I get pissed off at Ronald Reagan.
I paid attention to him back then.
But that chick who wore the pants,
The one who my heart, the one who broke danced.
I hope that one day we'll meet again.
I'm not sure, I'm not sure, I'm not sure, no I'm not sure.
I'm not what I would do,
I'm not sure if matters
Because I wherever she is
got something stuck up in her ass
And the to the shore that my ship gets
She can only, she can only, she can only eat herself
Eat alive.