Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I stopped all the
I was so hard
Standin' on the
Was this n roll dude
In leather thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah Fawcett
Or was a wig
Face a turtle
Trying in vain to look
You could he'd been practicing
At in the mirror
He'd been posing like that all day
Didn't that is was a hundred degrees
In the

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

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

Being a teen than
Man, it was a
and no one burned the flag
You think we live in pretty times
When wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night Fever
the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it the rear
Burn,

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

Suck my ego, pay to
Got nothing to say
As we sell you a to boredom

Look at the hip people
Set in ways
Reaching back to the they used to say they hate
Young old brats playing rock
Pistols reunions for rebellion

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

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