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 roll
In leather pants thinkin' he was
He had the
He had the
Fawcett hair
Or was a wig
Face a turtle
Trying in vain to look
You could tell he'd been
At home in the
He'd probably posing like that all day
matter that is was a hundred degrees
In the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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