Luyện nghe bài hát Class of '58

Old jazz guys being
Thirty years their prime
With memories of shows
From the Golden Age of
The piano player strikes a
forward on his stool
And through all seen better days
got that air of faded cool
It's an entree of another
One of and victrolas
And one day they'll make TV
On aging
On rock-and-rollers

Then the kid with the red Colorama
And the Watkins copycat echo chamber and the grin
With one hand to the tremolo arm
While the singer moves around like an clone
They really packed in
And every song was short and sweet, and every beat was
And every in the land said rock-and-roll won't 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 to do when it's all over?
What are you to do right now?
What are you to to when it's all over?
Will you get somehow?
I just don't
Feeling I do right now
Ask me

Red guitar, red
You know I miss that 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 of rock-and-roll
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 these that were sung
Rock-and-roll's not or bad
It's just the sound of young
And it's a long long way pompadours
And doo-wop and
And one day make TV shows on aging rock-and-rollers
One day they'llmakeTV shows on rock-and-rollers.