Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Rot

What are they here?
Something so to my ears

Well, they like
Ancient fiction on the vacuum screen
And they sing of love and
And different of green

Drownin' in a of tears
Seems like they've been it for years
Ringing in my

Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da

Well, we listen on in silence, memorizing and verse
Though the poetry is awful and the imagery is
Doesn't it absurd?
Little children every single word

And they mimic words and
Of a hundred ago
And a moments silence
For the guy who wrote, "Hey Joe"

Matthew it best at Janes
Though the maidens gone, her innocence
We sing on in

Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da

Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da

Well, I'm laughing at the
And they're starving in the
And charging more for wonder
And burning fields of wheat

Am I crazy, was it only 20 years ago?
Or more or less, I'm not so
Raised on Rock

Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da

Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da