Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

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

Sunday's pancakes, Miss Mack
Color Polaroids show my attack
In my pants and dusty shoes
The day the playground laughed at my shoes

It's my birthday next and what I want please
Is to turn on the so the fish won't freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died last
Oh, I want to be a dog or I to be a leaf

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

Now I'm 16 and I think, I have an ulcer
I'm hiding my sex behind a sweatshirt
I've lost five these past few days
Trying to be president and get straight A's

Well, who gives a shit about that
I want to be a dog or a of clay

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

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

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

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

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