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

The old wore his hair too long
Wore his cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too

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

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

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

But the last of the blue blood greasers boys
And all of his are doing time
Married with three kids up by the road
Sold their souls down the line

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

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

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

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

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

No, you're too old to rock 'n' roll
If too young to die
No, you're too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die