Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

around at the hip people
Set in ways
Reaching to the things they used to say they hate
old brats playing fossil rock
Pistols pass for rebellion

Radio and TV gettin' to damn
With collegiate boy Neil copy bands
Underground's an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith
I they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seventy

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