Luyện nghe bài hát I Miss the 70s

These days teens are all so tasteful classic bland
We lock up our 'cause you young folks would not understand
Why we'd use Sun-in on our hair by evening it look like hell
Orange, brittle - hey who cared as as it still feathered well
I'd be lost without my email still I miss a simpler
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 Stewart was
Saturday nights Mr. Rouarke with Triscuts, Spam and good cheese
Western culture hit rock bottom man I the '70s

One spring we planned our 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 with iron
Four of us in my mom's Pacer and my folks are still
Patrick Duffy ruled Atlantis, Charlie's girls the law
We all prayed we grow up Farrah, we became Jacksons all

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