Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

Pulling on the apron strings, up
Standing on the to be grown up
I feel so little, I need my
I the time, I hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I want to be a

Sunday's pancakes, Miss Mack
Color Polaroids show my attack
In my second-hand pants and shoes
The day that the laughed at my shoes

It's my birthday next week and what I want
Is to turn on the heat so the fish freeze
The fish in the tank and died last week
Oh, I want to be a dog or I to be a leaf

Quarry miners,
In my of Bethlehem
Picket fences, at ten
No star above my

Now I'm only 16 and I think, I an ulcer
I'm my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
I've five pounds these past few days
Trying to be class and get straight A's

Well, who gives a shit that anyway?
I to be a dog or a lump of clay

Still I'm of standing
Still tired of
Still I dream of leaving

Everybody's talking about bust
The boys on the basketball team just
The ten girls, who don't know who they are
They're looking for some in the back of a car

The six-packs of beer, the locker room
I want to be me, I don't want to be here

I'm tired of standing
Still tired of
everyday I dream of leaving

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end roads, daffodils
No star above my
I to be a dog or I want to be a rock
I want to be me, I don't want to be here, Bethlehem