Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

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

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

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

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

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

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