Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 or take I don't remember
when the news of hit the air
The girls hadn't started taking down our posters
the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old
it ought to have a proper
Dead fat or nobodys left to bitch
about the goings' on in destructive zones

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

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

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