Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

These teens are all so tasteful classic understated bland
We lock up our 'cause you young 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 long as it feathered well
I'd be without my email still I miss a simpler time
When UHF was cutting-edge, the days when there was no

I miss the latch-hook rugs, the Dr. the gold lame
I miss the when we all thought Rod Stewart was resque
Saturday nights Mr. Rouarke with Triscuts, and good spray cheese
Western culture hit rock bottom man I miss the

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

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