Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

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

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

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

If it's one my father 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 will come early
so much you thought that you knew
While the B celebrities all pay for their fame
They'll soak up left of the pool

While a kid in the becomes a savant
No one will care till dead
Or he falls from his grace it all over the place
And a piece of it in his head