Luyện nghe bài hát Prince of the Punks [Live]

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

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

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

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

He tried to be gay, but it pay,
So he a motorbike instead.
He failed at funk, so he a punk,
'Cause he thought make a little more bread.

He's through all of the changes,
rock opera to Mantovani.
Now he a swastika band
And leather boots up his knees.

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

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