Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

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

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

The hippies rode a wave putting on faces,
that the devil even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying its habits,
and another thinking and roll was new
Till the pawn shops were packed a backstage party,
hanging full of pointy cheap guitars
And the young'uns all to karaoke,
hanging all their upon disregarded stars

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 nearly old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into something so
wild dogs would disregard the bones
Dead fat or rich left to bitch
about the on in self destructive zones