Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Boulevard
When I all the traffic
I was laughin' so
Standin' on the
Was this rock n roll
In leather pants thinkin' he was
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
like a turtle
Trying in vain to stoned
You could tell he'd practicing
At in the mirror
He'd probably been posing like all day
Didn't matter that is was a degrees
In the

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

Bogus bands, rock stars
Stupid and the worst made cars
Country rock us all sick
While John Travolta wags his prick

Being a teen back
Man, it was a
and no one burned the flag
You think we live in desperate times
people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night fantasy
the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it the rear
Burn,

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

Suck my ego, pay to
Got more to say
As we sell you a stairway to

around at the hip people
Set in their
Reaching to the things they used to say they hate
Young old playing fossil rock
reunions pass for rebellion

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

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