Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

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

pancakes, Miss Mary Mack
Color Polaroids show my attack
In my second-hand and dusty shoes
The day the playground laughed at my shoes

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

miners, fishermen
In my town of
fences, church at ten
No star above my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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