Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

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

The night the practice room caught
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle
"Stoner to save an amplifier"
and like the dragon's 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,
it's to let it all die a fairy tale,
than admit that something bigger is passing

The hippies rode a putting smiles on faces,
that the devil wouldnt put a shoe
Caught a generation dying from its habits,
and another thinking rock and 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 wishes disregarded stars

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