Luyện nghe bài hát Kicks

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

At sixteen years old I don't stand a
but on when I get to the dance
It's time-out from
Got to to boogaloo
I get my kicks from you

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

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

I dream of you at
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 hard to
What's it really like to a girl
My imagination's not enough I gotta know

At sixteen years old I get frightened at
Presented with the truth I'm afraid I flight
But when you're around I know treat me good
I get my kicks you
I get my from you

*written by Bob
*taken from the debut album "The Boomtown Rats"