Luyện nghe bài hát The King of the Rollerama

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

He was a real live Mercury
Skating backwards to Take a on Me
And I'm surprised I didn't die from such a preteen drama
In his skates he was six feet tall!
Underneath pulsing disco ball
His friends him 'Wheels' he was
of the Rollerama
(Well, he actually a king, he was a rink 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 called only
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 balance and I off to the side
Oh, here my darling hero, too fast for him to stop
He skated over all my and it didn't break his stride!!!
I didn't that cast for a month!

He was too for girls like me to take
Old Spice breezes in his wake
And I'm surprised I just die from such a preteen drama
It was there I what true love means
As he breezed by me in Jordache
His name was Mike, he was
King of the

One day, the comb in the back pocket of his
tight designer jeans all natural laws of surface
and fell out onto the rink. I clasped the relic to
my breast with hands and all afternoon practiced
the that would fall from my lips to his strong, manly ears.
Finally, as he was slipping a into a game of Asteroids,
I made my move, 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 my years, that no event of my
life ever equal that moment of perfect ecstasy.
And to be honest, nothing ever has.

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

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