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 rock n roll dude
In leather pants he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah Fawcett
Or was a wig
Face like a
Trying in vain to stoned
You could tell he'd been
At in the mirror
He'd probably been like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

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

Bogus bands, plastic stars
clothes and the worst made cars
Country making 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 desperate times
When wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night Fever
Lock the Bee in a Pinto
And ram it the rear
Burn,

Well c'mawn, well
Seventies rock die
c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock 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 to the things they used to say they hate
Young old brats playing rock
Pistols pass for rebellion

Radio and TV to damn bland
With collegiate boy Young copy bands
becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith
I know they don't make 'em the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seventy

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