Luyện nghe bài hát The Sweater

(lyrics are spoken)
Girls,
I know you will understand
and the intrinsic incredible emotion
You have just pulled over your the worn,
warm sweater to a boy
Now, you haven't had a kissing session or anything,
but you got to go on a trip with him
and other people from school
And you slept together,
your sleeping bag next to his
And you woke in the night to him as he slept
but you couldn't see 'cause it was dark
so you just there and listened to his breathing
and wondered if your heart burst
The sweater has that slightly smell
which all boys possess,
and that will 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 filthy thing, and who does it belong to
besides the man?"
So you have to keep it under the covers you
You can of lie it beside you,
or it around your waist,
or touch it on your legs, or
That's your
Now if the sweater has, like, on it
or is a funny color yellow... I'm sorry,
you can't get away with a like that
Look for brown, or grey, or
Anything than that, and you know you're dealing with
someone different
And different is NOT what you're for
You're for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features
and that of blank look which passes for deep thought
or at least the notion that home
You're for the boy of your dreams
who is the same boy in the of all your friends
Now the sweater isn't to fit you, of course,
So you have to kind of roll up the sleeves in a jaunty way that '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
tell him about the dream you had
about the place the two of you share
you get older
Just be
The best, cutest, quietest of yourself
Definitely wear lip
He looks at you, and then he away
And then he walks
and the smell of the sweater you again suddenly
like gloriola
and you get a passed to you
by a girl in History says
"He needs sweater back.
He you put it on in the tent on Saturday
and he's looking for it."
And you don't have to die of humiliation, you
You are a person
and this is a experience
You can still hold your up high as you run from the classroom
tearing the stinking sweater from body
You look at sweater, carefully
And you realize that love made you blind
got a secret now, honey,
and you'd never sink as low as him,
you could blab it all over the school if you
The in that sweater
"100% Acrylic"