Luyện nghe bài hát Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young To Die (Edited Version)

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

Death's head belts buckle, yesterday's
The transport caf' of doom
Ringing no change in his sewn seams
In his post-war babe

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

He owned a Harley Davidson
And a triumph
Counted his 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 the line

And some of them own sports 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 out his bike
To make a ton he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Scotch
like it used to be

And as he flies, in his eyes
His words echo the final take
And he the trunk 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 never too old to 'n' roll
If you're too to die
never too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die