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 York
See, me and my boys, got a rock 'n' band
They were so damn good, gonna 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 shoes and I can sing the blues

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

New York town is a town
We got a thousand bands, underground
Way in New Orleans, it's the same old thing
Emotion'l a merry old thing

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

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

Gettin' hungry, I little woman
get a smell 'cause my nose is blocked
I'm so high, I can't it
Hotel dogs are on my door

Two nights of nearly out on the end
Left the two red, oh, what a square!
As as the man, there's no sweeter song
McCartney, we're the band on the run

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