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 would not understand
Why we'd use Sun-in on our hair by evening it would look hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still feathered
I'd be without my email still I miss a simpler time
UHF was cutting-edge, the days when there was no rewind

I the latch-hook rugs, the Dr. Sholl's 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 hit rock bottom man I miss the '70s

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

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