Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

It was 1990 give or I don't remember
the news of revolution hit the air
The girls hadn't even started 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
about the on in self destructive zones

The night the practice caught fire
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 around enough
to make you think coming true,
it's to let it all die a fairy tale,
than admit that bigger is passing through

The rode a wave putting smiles on faces,
that the devil wouldnt put a shoe
between a generation dying from its habits,
and another thinking rock and was new
Till the pawn shops were like a backstage party,
hanging full of pointy ugly guitars
And the all turned to karaoke,
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded

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 old enough to vote for him
They turned what was into something so
even dogs would disregard the bones
Dead fat or nobodys left to bitch
about the on in self destructive zones