Luyện nghe bài hát Rock N Roll Nerd

He doesn't have a problem with
He just get them
He's fine that his have tattoos
But he they'll regret them
He likes going to pubs, but he hates it when the musics too
He tends not to go to rock concerts, cos he stand the crowds
And all he's ever to be
Is a rock on MTV
But he that it's not fucking likely
He's just 30
He knows that he, will be
A Rock and roll
He'll keep writing songs the world never hear
And though they won't be heard just keep writing (oh yeah)
But you see the is
He dreamt of being a star,
But he piano instead of guitar
Which in the 90s get you very far
So while the other kids learning Stairway
He was the to their forte
But he was convinced one day he's their fucking asses
And be an icon for the masses
And grow his long
And rebel against the
But just for now that's have to
Cos running late
For his morning
And he will be
A rock and roll
He'll keep gigs that no-one knows about
And though it sounds absurd just keep playing (oh yeah)
But you see the is
There's not depth in what he's singing
a victim of his upper middle class upbringing
So he can't about the hood or bling bling
So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is
To try and invoke some angst in his middle class
But the bitch is always fine, at half past
When go to bed
And he hasn't a single night in prison,
He has no issues with
He has no drinking problem and no drug
Unless you count the drugs they put in
And always tends to make him cough
He doesn't look with his t shirt off
And when he to act tough
You can tell he's
(babalabababababa)
And while his mates all go out
pills and having fun
He goes home and
And a good 8 hours
He gets his thrills his morning run
And his mates
All go on
Taking and drinking cans of Jim Beam
He stays and cooks
Curls up with a book a girl he's had
he was 17
Cos he's never really
of the scene
Give him Guns N
He'll Queen
He's more Beatles, than the stones
more Stevie Wonder than Ramones
And he's owned a Transit Van
He never a Panterra fan
He doesn't know the difference between and thrash
He couldn't tell you about Axl and Slash
He likes Ben Folds and the 5
He knows all the words to Alive
And though he wants to all grungy and cool
He eleven years at a (motherfucking) private school
Cos no matter how he
He cannot hide behind his rock and roll
Cos you've either got it or you
you'll either rock or you won't
Yeah either got it or you don't
Yeah either rock or you won't
You've got it or you don't, don't you know
He knows that his music lacks depth, but it just can't be
He has nothing interesting to say, so he writes himself
But he doesn't to seem self obsessed, so he writes in third person
In an attempt to more rock and roll
But he it's not working
And in his heart he knows he
Will never be or Bowie
And even if he was quite
With small like Kylie
He he will always be
A rock and roll
He'll keep writing the world don't care about
And though they won't be heard he'll keep writing
Oh
You can him
But he won't
Cos he wants to
And he will never be
But always be a fucked up little
Try-hard
Rock and roll