Luyện nghe bài hát The King of the Rollerama

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

He was a live eight-wheeled Mercury
backwards to Take a Chance on Me
And I'm surprised I just die from such a preteen drama
In his skates he was six feet tall!
Underneath pulsing disco ball
His friends 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 girlfriend (they'd in his Baretta)
Sometimes she wore a poncho, she was so way
She hung out at the Snack Bar 'til they called couples
And every time they took the rink, I'd like a fool
I'll not forget that session during crack the whip
Woah! I lost my and I fell off to the side
Oh, here comes my hero, too fast for him to stop
He over all my fingers and it didn't break his stride!!!
I didn't wash that for a month!

He was too for girls like me to take
Leaving Old breezes in his wake
And I'm surprised I didn't just die from such a drama
It was there I what true love means
As he breezed by me in Jordache
His real 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 out onto the rink. I clasped the relic to
my with trembling hands and all afternoon practiced
the words that would fall from my to his strong, manly ears.
Finally, as he was slipping a quarter 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 HIS FINGERS
MINE and I remember thinking with a
clarity far my years, that no event of my
life would ever equal that moment of ecstasy.
And to be honest, nothing really has.

Oh, somewhere in this town
paunchy guy clutches a silver whistle tight
Puts on his old blue 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 rumor that this is an accurate, first-person
of my adolescence is a fallacy. I wore Jean Natae.
I was always the Honesty type. ~D.F.