Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

Press the tape recorder, let's get this all down fast
Before the insignificant thought by
There's one more slow song to write for the record
To all the metalheads cry

I throw rocks but not rocking, there just mocking
With hands in their that they'll later smell
When you in the past, there's one thing that will last
Is resentment that won't sit still

The record business is fucked, kinda funny
It'll a boy from a man
You can buy every copy of record with your money
But you'd be only fan

If one thing my father said when he was younger
To a kid with a mullet that looked his son
To and to try is the difference why
Some people will and some run, thank you, dad

Sharpen up all your pencils, 'cause class will early
so much you thought that you knew
While the B celebrities all pay for their fame
They'll soak up left of the pool

While a kid in the becomes a savant
No one care till he's dead
Or he falls from his grace with it all over the
And a of it stuck in his head