Luyện nghe bài hát The King of the Rollerama

At twelve my friends read Teenbeat and to Peter Frampton
Hung staple-scarred Leif Garret posters by their
It all seemed rather shallow, (my was more mature)
It was the kind that ripped an adolescent to shreds
All week I'd dream him in science and in math class
I couldn't eat I couldn't 'til Saturday arrived
Then I'd don my macram vest, a sprits of Jean
And I would go to the rink so I could watch him roll on by

He was a real live Mercury
Skating to Take a Chance on Me
And I'm surprised I didn't just die from such a preteen
In his non-rent skates he was six tall!
Underneath that pulsing ball
His called him 'Wheels' he was
King of the
(Well, he wasn't actually a king, he was a guard,
but to an on the verge of womanhood,
Is no difference.)

He had a pretty (they'd neck in his Baretta)
Sometimes she a poncho, she was so way cool
She hung out at the Snack Bar 'til they couples only
And every time they took the rink, I'd like a fool
I'll not forget that session crack the whip once
Woah! I lost my balance and I off to the side
Oh, here comes my darling hero, too for him to stop
He skated all my fingers and it didn't break his stride!!!
I didn't wash that for a month!

He was too much for girls like me to
Leaving Old Spice in his wake
And I'm surprised I didn't just die from such a preteen
It was there I learned what true love
As he by me in Jordache jeans
His real was Mike, he was
of the Rollerama

One day, the comb wedged in the back of his
tight designer jeans all natural laws of surface
physics and fell out the rink. I clasped the relic to
my with trembling hands and all afternoon practiced
the words that would fall my lips to his strong, manly ears.
Finally, as he was slipping a quarter into a of Asteroids,
I my move, skated up to him and I go,
"Um, you this.
And like, "Thanks."
And as he for the comb HIS FINGERS
BRUSHED MINE and I thinking with a
clarity far beyond my years, no event of my
life ever equal that moment of perfect ecstasy.
And to be honest, nothing ever has.

Oh, somewhere in this tonight
paunchy guy clutches a silver whistle tight
Puts on his old blue jacket and relives the drama
Cause when you're rink guard in a town
Well, there's nowhere you can go but but
You a star!
of the Rollerama.

The rumor that this is an accurate, first-person
of my adolescence is a fallacy. I never wore Natae.
I was always the Honesty type. ~D.F.