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

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

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

A lot of the shouted out a commentary and some of the girls did too.
It didn't bother me and I the films.
We all thought it was great when a silly art Hitler had to change a flat tire 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 straight through a hole.
It seemed so much higher from than below.
I felt my dance around me.
I spun happy with my closed.
I let my weight alone me.
And though I already knew I'd be ashamed by the time it was over, I was so just waiting to tell my story and I knew no other way down.