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

The old rocker wore his too long
Wore his trouser too tight
to the end drank his ale too light

Death's head buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport caf' prophet of
Ringing no change in his double sewn
In his babe gloom

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

He once owned a Harley
And a triumph
Counted his friends in burned out spark
And prays that he always

But he's the last of the blue blood boys
And all of his mates are doing
Married with kids up by the ring road
Sold souls straight down the line

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

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

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

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

And he was too old to 'n' roll
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, never too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die