Luyện nghe bài hát Summer Sequence

THERE'S A FEW BOB IN YOUR
AND YOU'VE GOT FRIENDS,
AND IT SEEMS SUMMER'S NEVER COMING TO AN END
YOUNG, AND INNOCENT, YOU HAVEN'T GOT A CARE,
APART FROM ON THE CLOTHES YOU'RE GONNA WEAR.
THE STREET'S INTO PARADISE,
THE RADIO'S DREAMS
YOU'RE INNOCENT, IMMORTAL, JUST FIFTEEN.
AND WHO'D TELL THE LAMBS IN SPRING
WHAT FATE THE LATER BRING
WHO'D TELL THE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PAIR
THE PRICE HAVE TO PAY FOR JUST BEING THERE.

BUT THEM ALONE, LET THEM GO AND PLAY
THEY CARE NOT FOR AT THE END OF THE DAY
FOR WHAT IS TO COME, FOR WHAT MIGHT BEEN
LIFE HAS NO ENDING YOU'RE SWEET SIXTEEN
AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE WITH YOU TO AWAY THE NIGHT
OR MRS WONG SWITCHES OFF THE CHIPPY LIGHT
THEN ALWAYS THE CORNER
AND THE STREET GLARE
AN' ANOTHER HOUR TO SPEND, WITH YOUR FRIENDS, HER,
TO SHARE YOUR LAST CIGARETTE AND YOUR DREAM
AT THE HOUR...

... AT

JUST ANOTHER FERRY BOAT, A TRIP TO THE BEACH
BUT POSSIBLE,
THE WORLD'S YOUR REACH
AN' YOU DON'T NOTICE THE BROKEN BOTTLES IN THE SAND
THE OIL IN THE WATER AND YOU UNDERSTAND
HOW LIVING COULD BE OTHER THAN A DREAM
WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG, AND INNOCENT...

... AND EIGHTEEN.

AND ONLY IF THE THREE OF THEM COULD STAY LIKE FOREVER,
AND ONLY IF WE PREDICT NO CHANGES IN THE WEATHER
AND ONLY IF WE LIVE IN LIFE, AS WELL AS DREAMS
AND ONLY IF WE STOP AND BE FOREVER,
EIGHTEEN.