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 even started taking our posters
when the started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided was finally old enough
it ought to have a home
Dead fat or rich nobodys left to
about the on in self destructive 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 dragon's side of the story is told
When the dream and the man and the hang around long enough
to make you think coming true,
it's easier to let it all die a tale,
than admit that bigger is passing through

The hippies rode a putting smiles on faces,
that the devil even put a shoe
Caught between a generation from its habits,
and another rock and roll was new
Till the pawn shops packed like a backstage party,
hanging full of pointy cheap guitars
And the all turned to karaoke,
hanging all their wishes upon stars

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