Luyện nghe bài hát All in The Name of Rock N' Roll

Went on the two forty-nine
Play'n for recognition of the New town
See, me and my boys, got a rock 'n' band
They were so damn good, lift up the man

Well, we got ups, we got
We got just so high 'til the sun down
Got the ego, can be
I got my two-toned and I can sing the blues

Look out kids, the FBI
We got a problem, you me high
Put on your clothes, take the smile off face
And put your money where mouth is or get out this place

New town is a meanass town
We got a thousand bands, singin'
Way down in New Orleans, the same old thing
Emotion'l music a merry old

Old King soul, he final'y us a jolt
He played the vibes 'til nine and read ten to four
He played upside down, he inside out
Then a uniform band, he was thrown jail

out kids, it's the FBI
We got a problem, you keep me
Put on your clothes, the smile off your face
Put your money where mouth is or get out this place

Gettin' hungry, I know woman
Can't get a smell my nose is blocked
I'm so high, I believe it
Hotel are knockin' on my door

Two nights of singin' out on the end
Left the two red, oh, what a square!
As soon as the man, there's no sweeter
Listen McCartney, the band on the run

out kids, it's the FBI
We got a problem, you me high
Put on your clothes, the smile off your face
And put your money your mouth is or get out this place
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