Luyện nghe bài hát The Sweater

(lyrics are spoken)
Girls,
I know you will this
and feel the intrinsic incredible
You have just over your head the worn,
warm belonging to a boy
Now, you haven't had a kissing session or anything,
but you got to go on a camping trip him
and eight other people from
And you slept together,
your bag right next to his
And you woke in the night to him as he slept
but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was
so you just there and listened to his breathing
and wondered if your might burst
The sweater has that goat-like smell
which all teenage possess,
and that smell lovingly transfer
to all other clothes
If you get to keep it for a few you can sleep with it
but don't let your mom see, she'll say,
"what is that filthy thing, and who it belong to
the trash man?"
So you have to keep it under the covers you
You can kind of lie it you,
or wrap it around waist,
or it on your legs, or whatever
That's business
Now if the has, like, reindeer on it
or is a funny like yellow... I'm sorry,
you get away with a sweater like that
Look for brown, or grey, or
Anything than that, and you know you're dealing with
who's different
And different is NOT what you're for
You're looking for teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features
and that sort of blank look which for deep thought
or at least the notion that home
looking for the boy of your dreams
who is the same boy in the of all your friends
Now the sweater going to fit you, of course,
So you have to kind of roll up the sleeves in a way that says 'this is the sweater belonging to a boy, and the boy is a genuine hunk-a-hunk of burnin' love, and this is not just some hand me down from your brother or your father'
Monday, the sweater, to school
Be calm, look
Don't tell him about the you had
the place the two of you would share
when you get
Just be
The best, cutest, version of yourself
wear lip gloss
He looks at you, and then he looks
And he walks away
and the smell of the sweater hits you suddenly
like gloriola
and you get a note to you
by a girl in History that
"He that sweater back.
He forgot you put it on in the on Saturday
and he's looking for it."
And you don't have to die of humiliation, you
You are a strong
and is a learning experience
You can still hold your head up as you run from the classroom
tearing the stinking sweater your body
You look at that sweater,
And you realize love made you temporarily blind
You've got a now, honey,
and though you'd sink as low as him,
you could blab it all over the if you wanted
The label in that
"100% Acrylic"