Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

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

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

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

My shotgun is locked in a closet
and it never shot a thing that could have
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your
till you're nearly old enough to for him
They turned what was into something so
even wild dogs disregard the bones
Dead fat or rich nobodys left to
about the on in self destructive zones