Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

Pulling on the apron strings, up
on the chair 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 to be a rock

Sunday's pancakes, Mary Mack
Color show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and shoes
The day that the playground at my shoes

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

miners, fishermen
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 lost five pounds these past few
to be class president and get straight A's

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

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

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

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

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

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