Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 give or take I remember
when the news of hit the air
The girls hadn't even started taking down our
when the boys cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was old enough
it to have a proper home
Dead fat or rich nobodys to bitch
about the on in self destructive zones

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

The hippies rode a wave putting on faces,
that the devil even put a shoe
Caught between a generation dying its habits,
and another thinking rock and was new
Till the shops were packed like a backstage party,
hanging full of pointy ugly guitars
And the young'uns all to karaoke,
hanging all their wishes upon stars

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