Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old guys being interviewed
years beyond their prime
With of road shows
From the Golden Age of
The piano player a chord
Leans on his stool
And through they've all seen better
They've got that air of faded
It's an entree of world
One of tailcoats and
And one day they'll make TV
On aging
On aging

Then came the kid the red Colorama
And the Watkins copycat echo and the toothy grin
With one hand glued to the arm
While the singer moves like an Elvis clone
They really packed in
And every was short and sweet, and every beat was fast
And every paper in the land said rock-and-roll last
You know it just won't last, such a rapid burn
And a hard, hard, hard lesson to learn
It's a hard, hard, hard to learn

Well what are you going to do when all over?
What are you going to do right
are you going to to when it's all over?
Will you get along
I don't know
like I do right now
Ask me

Red guitar, red
You know I really miss red guitar
Red guitar, red
You know I reallly miss that red

And you can write this on my
be my fate
I'm a gradute of
of '58

'58, '58, I'm a graduate of the of '58
Red guitar, '58, I'm a graduate of the of '58

And there's no use analyzing anthems that were sung
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the of being young
And a long long way from pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day they'll TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
One day shows on aging rock-and-rollers.