🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: At Seventeen - Janis Ian

  learned the truth at seventeen
 That love was meant for  queens
 In high school  with clear skinned smiles
 Who married young and then 
 The valentines I  knew
 The Friday  charades of youth
  spent on one more beautiful
 At seventeen I  the truth
 And those of  with ravaged faces
 Lacking  the social graces
 Desperately remained  home
  lovers on the phone
  called to say come dance with me
 And murmured  obscenities
 It isn't all it 
 At seventeen
 
 A brown eyed  in hand me downs
 Whose name  never could pronounce
 Said, Pity please the  who serve
  only get what they deserve
 And the rich relationed  queen
 Married into what  needs
  guarantee of company
 And  for the elderly
 Remember those  win the game
 Lose  love they sought to gain
 Indebentures  quality
 And  integrity
 Their  town eyes will gape at you
 in  surprise when payment due
 Exceeds accounts 
 At seventeen
 
 To those  us who knew the pain
 Of valentines  never came
 And those whose names were  called
 When choosing sides  basketball
 It was long ago  far away
 The world was younger than 
 And dreams were all  gave for free
 To ugly duckling girls like 
 We all  the game and when we dare
 To  ourselves at solitaire
 Inventing lovers on  phone
  other lives unknown
 That call and say, come dance with 
 And  vague obscenities
 At ugly  like me
 At seventeen