Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Melrose Boulevard
When I all the traffic
I was so hard
Standin' on the
Was rock n roll dude
In leather pants thinkin' he was
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
like a turtle
Trying in vain to stoned
You tell he'd been practicing
At home in the
He'd probably posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

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

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

Being a back than
Man, it was a
Bicentennial and no one burned the
You think we live in pretty desperate
When people go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Fever fantasy
Lock the Bee in a Pinto
And ram it the rear
Burn,

Well c'mawn, c'mawn
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 back to the things they used to say hate
Young old brats playing rock
Pistols reunions for rebellion

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

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