Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I all the traffic
I was so hard
on the corner
Was rock n roll dude
In leather pants thinkin' he was
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
Face a turtle
Trying in to look stoned
You could he'd been practicing
At in the mirror
He'd probably posing like that all day
Didn't that is was a hundred degrees
In the

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

Bogus bands, plastic stars
Stupid and the worst made cars
Country making us all sick
While John Travolta his double-knit prick

a teen back than
Man, it was a
Bicentennial and no one burned the
You we live in pretty desperate times
When wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night Fever
Lock the Bee Gees in a
And ram it the rear
Burn,

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

Suck my ego, pay to
Got nothing to say
As we sell you a to boredom

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

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

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