Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

These teens are all so tasteful classic understated bland
We lock up our yearbooks 'cause you folks would not understand
Why we'd use Sun-in on our hair by evening it would like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my email still I miss a time
When UHF was cutting-edge, the days when was no rewind

I the latch-hook rugs, the Dr. Sholl's the gold lame
I miss the days when we all thought Rod Stewart was
Saturday nights Mr. Rouarke with Triscuts, Spam and good spray
Western culture hit bottom man I miss the '70s

One spring we planned our vacation we'd be Grand Canyon-bound
On the night before the big day my Coupe Deville broke down
They were not to be dissuaded, they set out iron will
of us in my mom's Pacer and my folks are married still
Patrick Duffy ruled Atlantis, Charlie's girls the law
We all we grow up Farrah, we became Kate Jacksons all

I miss the days of homeroom mothers with Rise treats
I miss the heady smell of Enjoli and ditto
The day that teh Dallas Cowboys brought the dolphins to their knees
Culture who needs culture? Man I miss the '70s