Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I stopped all the
I was so hard
on the corner
Was this n roll dude
In pants 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 in the mirror
He'd probably posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Radio and TV gettin' to damn
collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
Underground's an alternative joke
Aerosmith hates 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, c'mawn
rock must die
Well c'mawn, c'mawn
rock must die