When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years
subu says
hehe
tui khoái những người quái đản
mà lại con bit chơi ghi ta nũa chứ
pocpu says
tui cũng thế đồng chí ạ
khửa khửa
banhmybate says
giá mà tôi cũng có một ông sư phụ như vậy nhỉ. tui thấy khó hiểu sao bạn ấy lại lãng phí như thế . sao ko biến ông sư phụ ấy thành…….của mình nhỉ. tiếc qua!
cayngodong_hl says
TÔI CŨNG THẤY TIẾC !!!!!! THẬT TIẾC !!!