Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

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

Well c'mawn, c'mawn
Seventies rock 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 his double-knit prick

Being a teen back
Man, it was a
and no one burned the flag
You think we live in pretty desperate
people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night Fever
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
Seventies must die

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

Look at the hip people
Set in ways
Reaching to the things they used to say they hate
Young old brats playing fossil
reunions pass for rebellion

Radio and TV to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil copy bands
Underground's becoming an alternative
Even hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seven

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