Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

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

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

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

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

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

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