Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I all the traffic
I was so hard
on the corner
Was this rock n roll
In leather thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
Face a turtle
Trying in to look stoned
You could tell he'd been
At in the mirror
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, c'mawn
Seventies rock die

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

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 Night Fever
Lock the Bee Gees in a
And ram it from the
Burn,

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

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

Look around at the hip
Set in ways
Reaching to the things they used to say they hate
Young old brats playing fossil
Pistols reunions pass for

Radio and TV to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young bands
Underground's becoming an joke
Even hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they 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, c'mawn
Seventies must die