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 thought goes by
There's one slow song left to write for the record
To all the metalheads cry

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

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

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

up all your pencils, 'cause class will come early
There's so you thought that you knew
While the B celebrities all pay for their fame
They'll 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 his grace with it all over the place
And a piece of it stuck in his