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

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

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

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

He once owned a Davidson
And a Bonneville
Counted his friends in burned out spark
And that he always will

But he's the last of the blue greasers boys
And all of his are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring
Sold their straight down the line

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

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

So the old rocker gets out his
To make a ton he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Scotch
Just like it to be

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

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