Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

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

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

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

If it's one thing my 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 walk and some run, you, dad

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

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