Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Boulevard
I stopped all the traffic
I was laughin' so
Standin' on the
Was rock n roll dude
In leather pants he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah Fawcett
Or was a wig
like a turtle
Trying in to look stoned
You tell he'd been practicing
At in the mirror
He'd probably been posing like all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

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

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

Being a teen back
Man, it was a
and no one burned the flag
You we live in pretty desperate times
people 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, c'mawn
rock must die
Well c'mawn, well
Seventies must die

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

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

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

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