Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was give or take I don't remember
when the of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even taking down our posters
the boys started cutting off their hair
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 destructive

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

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

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