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

The old rocker wore his too long
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 babe

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

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

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

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

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

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

And as he flies, in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the take
And he the trunk road doing around a 120
With no room 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 never too old to 'n' roll
But he was too to die