Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

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

I miss the latch-hook rugs, the Dr. the gold 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 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 Deville broke down
They were not to be dissuaded, set out with iron will
Four of us in my mom's and my folks are married still
Patrick Duffy ruled Atlantis, girls upheld the law
We all prayed we up Farrah, we became Kate Jacksons all

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