Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

These days teens are all so tasteful classic bland
We lock up our yearbooks 'cause you folks 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 well
I'd be lost without my email still I a simpler time
When UHF was cutting-edge, the days there was no rewind

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

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

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