Luyện nghe bài hát Bethlehem

Pulling on the apron strings, up
on the chair to be grown up
I feel so little, I my pillow
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 Polaroids my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and shoes
The day the playground laughed at my shoes

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

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

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 and get straight A's

Well, who gives a shit that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a of clay

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

talking about Becky's bust
The boys on the basketball team fuck
The same ten girls, who don't who they are
They're looking for some in the back of a car

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

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

Red brick schoolhouse, 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