Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the
I was so hard
Standin' on the
Was this n roll dude
In leather thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
like a turtle
Trying in vain to stoned
You could tell been practicing
At home in the
He'd probably been posing that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

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

Bogus bands, plastic rock
Stupid clothes and the made cars
Country rock us all sick
John Travolta wags his double-knit prick

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

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

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

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

Radio and TV gettin' to bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young bands
Underground's becoming an joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the clones
I know they don't make 'em the Son of Sam
But even wanna go back to seventy seven

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