Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Boulevard
I stopped all the traffic
I was so hard
Standin' on the
Was rock n roll dude
In pants thinkin' he was cool
He had the
He had the
Farrah hair
Or was a wig
Face like a
in vain to look stoned
You could he'd been practicing
At in the mirror
He'd probably been posing that all day
Didn't matter is was a hundred degrees
In the

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

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

a teen back than
Man, it was a
Bicentennial and no one burned the
You think we live in pretty desperate
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, c'mawn
Seventies must die

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

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

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

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