Luyện nghe bài hát Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die

The old rocker wore his hair too
Wore his trouser cuffs too
to the end drank his ale too light

Death's belts buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport caf' of doom
Ringing no change in his double sewn
In his post-war gloom

Now he's too old to rock 'n'
But too young to die
Yes, he's too old to rock 'n'
But too young to die

He owned a Harley Davidson
And a Bonneville
Counted his friends in burned out plugs
And prays he always will

But the last of the blue blood greasers boys
And all of his mates are time
with three kids up by the ring road
Sold souls straight down the line

And some of them own sports cars
And meet at the tennis do's
For drinks on a Sunday, work on
They've thrown away their suede shoes

Now they're too old to rock 'n'
And they're too to die
And they're too old to 'n' roll
And too young to die

So the old gets out his bike
To make a ton he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Corner
Just it used to be

And as he flies, tears in his
His wind-whipped words the final take
And he hits the trunk road doing a 120
no room left to brake

And he was too old to rock 'n'
But he was too to die
He was too old to rock 'n'
And he was too to die

No, you're never too old to 'n' roll
If too young to die
No, you're too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die