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

The old wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser too tight
Unfashionable to the end his ale too light

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

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

He once owned a Davidson
And a triumph
Counted his friends in out spark plugs
And prays that he will

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

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

Now too old to rock 'n' roll
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 make a ton before he takes his
Up on the A1 by Corner
Just like it to be

And as he flies, in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the take
And he hits the trunk road 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, never 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