Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

These days 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 look hell
Orange, brittle - hey who as long as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my still I miss a simpler time
When UHF was cutting-edge, the days there was no rewind

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

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

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