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 liked to dance.
She a pair of shiny parachute 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 made a sacrifice
Or to meet her set of standards.
I had a pretty collection of Masters of the Universe.
I had Fett and Greedo and I was pushing seventeen.
She had tapes of Chaka and Kenny Loggins,
She how to backwards skate.
She had eyes that around for the boys
Who I had grown to hate.
At the time I was on a novel
another fruitless side distraction.
I sometimes what she would think of that
What if I had her with some fiction
Over wine and by a lakeside?
Would she have stood back up and moonwalked home?
was it just too to ask?
were in the space between us.
I guess I should've a sacrifice
Or tried to her set of standards.
But she didn't respect for the Stray Cats,
I have respect for that.
Rubik's Cubes were not my and they're still not
I was D&D.


When I look back the eighties
I never get pissed off at Reagan.
I never paid to him back then.
But chick who wore the parachute pants,
The one who broke my heart, the one who danced.
I just hope 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 if even matters
Because I 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 only eat herself
Eat alive.