Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

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

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

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

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

Sharpen up all your pencils, 'cause class come early
There's so much you thought that you
While the B list celebrities all pay for fame
soak up what's left of the pool

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