Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 give or take I remember
when the of revolution hit the air
The hadn't even started taking down our posters
when the boys started off their hair
The radio all decided angst was finally old enough
it to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich left to bitch
the goings' on in self destructive 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 dragon's side of the story is never
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around enough
to make you think it's true,
easier to let it all die a fairy tale,
than admit that something bigger is passing

The hippies rode a wave putting on faces,
that the devil wouldnt even put a
Caught a generation dying from its habits,
and another thinking and roll was new
the pawn shops 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 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 you're nearly old to vote for him
They turned was into something so disgusting
even wild would disregard the bones
Dead fat or rich left to bitch
about the goings' on in self zones