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

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

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

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

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

But the last of the blue blood greasers boys
And all of his mates are time
Married with three kids up by the ring
Sold their souls 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 suede shoes

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

So the old gets out his bike
To make a ton he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Corner
like it used to be

And as he flies, tears in his
His wind-whipped words the final take
And he hits the road doing around 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, you're too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die