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

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

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

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 triumph
Counted his friends in burned out plugs
And prays that he will

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

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

Now they're too old to '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 before he takes his
Up on the A1 by Scotch
Just like it to be

And as he flies, tears in his
His wind-whipped words echo the take
And he hits the trunk 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 rock 'n'
And he was too to die

No, you're never too old to 'n' roll
If you're too to die
[Incomprehensible] too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die