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 good, gonna 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 shoes and I can the blues

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

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

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

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

Gettin' hungry, I know woman
Can't get a smell my nose is blocked
I'm so high, I believe it
dogs are knockin' 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
Listen McCartney, the band on the run

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