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 goes by
There's one more slow song to write for the record
To make all the cry

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

The record 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 your fan

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

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

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