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 pants thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Fawcett hair
Or was a wig
like a turtle
Trying in vain to stoned
You could he'd been practicing
At home in the
He'd probably been like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a degrees
In the

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

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

Being a teen back
Man, it was a
Bicentennial and no one the flag
You think we live in pretty times
people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Fever fantasy
Lock the Bee Gees in a
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 stairway to

around at the hip people
Set in ways
Reaching back to the things they to say they hate
old brats playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions for rebellion

Radio and TV gettin' to damn
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy
becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the clones
I they 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
c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies must die