Luyện nghe bài hát On a Bedsheet in the Breeze on the Roof

The got too crowded.
Everyone was sticky and peeling squeezing through each other so we all lined up quick to help each other stumble drunk up a ladder.
The whole party onto the roof.

And when the roof got too small of us climbed the bridge across the street.
And from there we see the students showing each other their films on a bedsheet in the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out us like a wheat field.

A lot of the boys shouted out a commentary and some of the did too.
It didn't me and I like the films.
We all thought it was great when a silly art student Hitler had to change a flat on that bedsheet in the breeze on the roof.
And the lights out around us like a wheat field.

I laid flat on my on a beam.
I looked down through a hole.
It seemed so higher from above than below.
I my friends dance around me.
I spun happy with my closed.
I let my alone hold me.
And though I knew I'd be ashamed by the time it was over, I was so happy just waiting to tell my story and I knew no other way down.