Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I all the traffic
I was so hard
Standin' on the
Was this rock n dude
In pants thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Fawcett hair
Or was a wig
like a turtle
Trying in vain to look
You could tell he'd been
At in the mirror
He'd probably posing like that all day
Didn't matter is was a hundred degrees
In the

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

bands, plastic rock stars
Stupid clothes and the worst made
rock 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 back to nineteen seventy
My Saturday Night fantasy
Lock the Bee in a Pinto
And ram it the rear
Burn,

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

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

around at the hip people
Set in their
Reaching back to the things they to say they hate
Young old brats fossil rock
reunions pass for rebellion

Radio and TV to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy
Underground's becoming an alternative
Even Aerosmith hates all the clones
I know don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seven

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