Luyện nghe bài hát Self Destructive Zones

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

The the practice room caught fire
were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals
"Stoner tries to an amplifier"
and it's like the 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 easier to let it all die a tale,
than admit something bigger is passing through

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

My shotgun is locked 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 what was into something so disgusting
even wild would disregard the bones
Dead fat or nobodys left to bitch
about the goings' on in destructive zones