Luyện nghe bài hát The King of the Rollerama

At twelve my friends read Teenbeat and wrote to Peter
Hung Leif Garret posters by their beds
It all seemed rather shallow, (my love was mature)
It was the that ripped an adolescent heart to shreds
All week I'd dream about him in and in math class
I couldn't eat I sleep 'til 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 real live Mercury
Skating backwards to a Chance on Me
And I'm surprised I didn't die from such a preteen drama
In his non-rent he was six feet tall!
Underneath that pulsing ball
His friends 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 girlfriend (they'd neck in his Baretta)
she wore a poncho, she was so way cool
She out at the Snack Bar 'til they called couples only
And every time they took the rink, I'd blubber like a
I'll not forget session during crack the whip 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 over all my and it didn't break his stride!!!
I didn't wash cast for a month!

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

One day, the comb wedged in the pocket of his
tight designer jeans defied all laws of surface
physics and out onto the rink. I clasped the relic to
my breast with trembling hands and all afternoon
the that 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 HIS FINGERS
BRUSHED MINE and I remember thinking a
clarity far beyond my years, that no of my
life would ever that moment of perfect ecstasy.
And to be honest, nothing really has.

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

The that this is an accurate, first-person account
of my adolescence is a fallacy. I wore Jean Natae.
I was always the Sweet type. ~D.F.