Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the
I was laughin' so
Standin' on the
Was this rock n dude
In pants thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
Face like a
Trying in vain to stoned
You could he'd been practicing
At in the mirror
He'd been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

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

Bogus bands, plastic stars
Stupid clothes and the worst cars
Country rock 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 think we live in pretty desperate
When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy
My Saturday Fever fantasy
the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it the rear
Burn,

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

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

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

and TV gettin' to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young bands
becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith all the Aerosmith clones
I know they make 'em like the Son of Sam
But punks wanna go back to seventy seven

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