Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 or take I don't remember
when the news of hit the air
The hadn't even started taking down our posters
when the boys started cutting off hair
The radio stations all decided was finally old enough
it ought to have a home
Dead fat or nobodys left to bitch
about the on in self destructive zones

The night the practice room caught
there rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner to save an amplifier"
and it's the dragon's side of the story is never told
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around enough
to make you think it's true,
it's easier to let it all die a tale,
than admit something bigger is passing through

The rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
that the devil wouldnt put a shoe
Caught between a dying from its habits,
and thinking rock and roll was new
Till the shops were packed like a backstage party,
full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the all turned to karaoke,
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded

My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a
and it never shot a thing could have lived
An old man decided that you couldn't your poison
till you're old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into so disgusting
even wild dogs disregard the bones
fat or rich nobodys left to bitch
about the goings' on in self zones