Luyện nghe bài hát The Sweater

(lyrics are spoken)
Girls,
I know you will this
and the intrinsic incredible emotion
You have just over your head the worn,
warm belonging to a boy
Now, you haven't had a passionate session or anything,
but you got to go on a camping with him
and other people from school
And you slept together,
your bag right next to his
And you in the night to watch him as he slept
but you couldn't see anything it was dark
so you just there and listened to his breathing
and wondered if your might burst
The sweater has that goat-like smell
which all teenage possess,
and that smell will transfer
to all other clothes
If you get to keep it for a few days you can sleep it
but don't let mom see, because she'll say,
"what is that thing, and who does it belong to
the trash man?"
So you have to keep it under the covers you
You can of lie it beside you,
or wrap it around waist,
or touch it on your legs, or
your business
Now if the sweater has, like, on it
or is a color like yellow... I'm sorry,
you can't get away a sweater like that
for brown, or grey, or blue
Anything other than that, and you know you're dealing
someone different
And different is NOT what looking for
You're looking for those teenage Alpine features
and that sort of blank look passes for deep thought
or at least the notion that someone's
looking for the boy of your dreams
who is the same boy in the dreams of all 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 says '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 your brother or your father'
Monday, wear the sweater, to
Be calm, cute
Don't tell him the dream you had
the place the two of you would share
when you get
be yourself
The best, cutest, quietest version of
Definitely lip gloss
He looks at you, and he looks away
And he walks away
and the smell of the sweater you again suddenly
ape-scent gloriola
and you get a note to you
by a in History that says
"He needs sweater back.
He you put it on in the tent on Saturday
and he's looking for it."
And you have to die of humiliation, you know
You are a person
and this is a experience
You can still your head up high as you run from the classroom
tearing the stinking sweater from your
You look at sweater, carefully
And you realize that love made you blind
You've got a now, honey,
and though you'd never as low as him,
you could it all over the school if you wanted
The label in that
"100% Acrylic"