Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

These days teens are all so tasteful understated bland
We up our yearbooks 'cause you young folks would not understand
Why we'd use on our hair by evening it would look like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as long as it still 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 the latch-hook rugs, the Dr. Sholl's the gold lame
I miss the days when we all Rod Stewart was resque
Saturday nights Mr. Rouarke with Triscuts, Spam and good cheese
Western hit rock bottom man I miss the '70s

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, they set out iron will
of us in my mom's Pacer and my folks are married still
Patrick Duffy ruled Atlantis, girls upheld the law
We all prayed we grow up Farrah, we Kate Jacksons all

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