Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I all the traffic
I was laughin' so
on the corner
Was rock n roll dude
In leather thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
Face like a
in vain to look stoned
You could tell been practicing
At home in the
probably been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a degrees
In the

c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock die
Well c'mawn, well
Seventies rock die

Bogus bands, plastic stars
Stupid clothes and the worst cars
Country rock making us all
While John wags his double-knit prick

Being a back than
Man, it was a
Bicentennial and no one the flag
You think we live in desperate times
When people wanna go back to seventy five
My Saturday Night fantasy
Lock the Bee Gees in a
And ram it from the
Burn,

Well c'mawn, c'mawn
Seventies rock die
Well c'mawn, c'mawn
Seventies must die

my ego, pay to play
Got more to say
As we you a stairway to boredom

Look around at the hip
Set in their
Reaching back to the things used to say they hate
Young old brats fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for

Radio and TV gettin' to bland
collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
Underground's becoming an alternative
Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seven

Well c'mawn, well
Seventies must die
Well c'mawn, c'mawn
rock must die