Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 or take I don't remember
when the of revolution hit the air
The girls even started taking down our posters
when the boys started cutting off their
The radio stations all decided was finally old enough
it ought to have a proper
Dead fat or rich nobodys left to
about the goings' on in self zones

The night the practice caught fire
there were rumors of a headed straight for Muscle 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 long enough
to you think it's coming true,
easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
than admit that something is passing through

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

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