Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the
I was so hard
on the corner
Was this rock n dude
In leather pants thinkin' he was
He had the
He had the
Farrah Fawcett
Or was a wig
Face like a
Trying in vain to stoned
You could tell he'd been
At in the mirror
He'd probably posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a degrees
In the

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

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

Being a back than
Man, it was a
and no one burned the flag
You think we live in pretty desperate
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 must die
c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock die

my ego, pay to play
Got nothing to say
As we you a stairway to boredom

Look around at the hip
Set in ways
Reaching back to the they used to say they hate
old brats playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions for rebellion

Radio and TV to damn bland
With boy Neil Young copy bands
becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith all the Aerosmith clones
I know they don't 'em like the Son of Sam
But even wanna go back to seventy seven

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