Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I stopped all the
I was laughin' so
on the corner
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 could tell he'd practicing
At in the mirror
He'd probably been like that all day
matter that is was a hundred degrees
In the

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

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

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

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

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

Look at the hip people
Set in ways
back to the things they used to say they hate
Young old brats fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for

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

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