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 cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end his ale too light

Death's belts buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport caf' prophet of
Ringing no change in his sewn seams
In his post-war gloom

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

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

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

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

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

And as he flies, in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the final
And he hits the trunk road doing a 120
With no room 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 rock 'n'
If you're too to die
[Incomprehensible] too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die