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

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

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

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

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

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

And some of them own little sports
And meet at the tennis club
For on a Sunday, work on Monday
They've thrown away their blue suede

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

So the old rocker gets out his
To a ton before 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 hits the trunk doing 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, you're never too old to 'n' roll
If too young to die
never too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die