Luyện nghe bài hát The King of the Rollerama

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, somewhere in this town
Some guy clutches a silver whistle tight
Puts on his old blue satin jacket and relives the
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.