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

Went downtown on the two
Play'n for of the New York town
See, me and my boys, got a rock 'n' roll
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 two-toned shoes and I can the blues

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 where your is or get out this place

New York town is a meanass
We got a bands, singin' underground
Way in New Orleans, it's the same old thing
music a merry old thing

Old King soul, he gave us a jolt
He played the vibes 'til and read from ten to four
He upside down, he played 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 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 believe it
Hotel dogs are on my door

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

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 your mouth is or get out this
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