Luyện nghe bài hát Prince of the Punks [Live]

A well groover, rock 'n' roll user,
to be a star.
But he failed the blues, and he's to loser,
folk in a country bar.

Reggae didn't seem to satisfy his needs.
He couldn't modern jazz,
'Cause play it in difficult keys.
But now he's found a music he can his own,
Some call it junk, but he don't care,
found a home.

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally it,
he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working but it's all bologna,
He's really middle and he's just a phony.
He acts tough but just a front,
the prince of the punks.

He's the prince of the punks and finally made it,
Thinks he cool but his act is dated.

He to be gay, but it didn't pay,
So he a motorbike instead.
He at funk, so he became a punk,
'Cause he thought he'd make a little bread.

He's been all of the changes,
From opera to Mantovani.
Now he wears a swastika
And boots up past his knees.

He's too old for twenty-eight,
But he thinks seventeen,
He he's a stud,
But I think he looks like a queen.

He's the prince of the punks and finally made it,
Thinks he looks but his act is dated.
He talks like a Cockney but all bologna,
He's really middle class and just a phony.
He tough but it's just a front.

He's the of the punks and he's finally made it,
Thinks he looks but his act is dated.
He acts class but it's all bologna,
really middle class and he's just a phony.
He acts tough but it's a front,

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally it,
he looks cool but his act is dated.
He working class but it's all bologna,
He's really middle class and just a phony.
He acts but it's just a front,
He's the of the punks.