Luyện nghe bài hát Grudge

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


When I back upon the eighties
I never get off at Ronald Reagan.
I paid attention to him back then.
But that who wore the parachute pants,
The one who my heart, the one who broke danced.
I just hope that one day we'll again.
I'm not sure, I'm not sure, I'm not sure, no I'm not sure.
I'm not sure I would do,
I'm not if even matters
I know wherever she is
She's got stuck up in her ass
And the closer to the shore that my gets
She can only, she can only, she can eat herself alive
Eat alive.