Luyện nghe bài hát The King of the Rollerama

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

He was a live eight-wheeled Mercury
backwards to Take a Chance on Me
And I'm surprised I didn't die from such a preteen drama
In his skates he was six feet tall!
that pulsing disco ball
His called him 'Wheels' he was
King of the
(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 (they'd neck in his Baretta)
Sometimes she a poncho, she was so way cool
She hung out at the Snack Bar 'til they called couples
And every time took the rink, I'd blubber like a fool
I'll not forget that session during crack the once
Woah! I lost my and I fell 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 wash that cast for a month!

He was too much for like me to take
Leaving Old Spice breezes in his
And I'm surprised I didn't just die from a preteen drama
It was there I learned what true love
As he breezed by me in Jordache
His name was Mike, he was
King of the

One day, the comb wedged in the pocket of his
tight designer jeans defied all natural laws of
physics and fell out the rink. I clasped the relic to
my with trembling hands and all afternoon practiced
the words that would from 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 grabbed for the comb HIS
BRUSHED MINE and I 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, in this town tonight
Some paunchy guy clutches a silver tight
on his old blue satin jacket and relives the drama
Cause when rink guard in a one-mall town
Well, there's nowhere you can go but but
You a star!
of the Rollerama.

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