Luyện nghe bài hát Kicks

I don't get my no more from cake or lemonade
Bud I can't get served no or drinks
They tell me that I'm

At sixteen old I don't stand a chance
but on Saturday when I get to the
It's time-out life
Got to learn to
'Cos I get my from you

Summer's gone back I feel so black inside
Rules and regulations are a torture
Is there no place for me to hide?

At sixteen years old have gone too far
I wanna be a movie rocker soccer
But when around I know you'll treat me good
I get my from you

I of you at night
Do you really mean at all,
Or am I wasting my on you?

Those other guys are so cooler than me
I find it so to score
What's it really like to know a
My imagination's not enough I gotta know

At sixteen old I get frightened at night
Presented the truth I'm afraid I take flight
But when you're around I know you'll me good
I get my from you
I get my from you

*written by Bob
*taken from the self-titled album "The Boomtown Rats"