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 trouser cuffs too
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too

Death's belts buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his sewn seams
In his babe gloom

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

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

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

And some of them own sports cars
And at the tennis club do's
For drinks on a Sunday, work on
thrown away their blue suede shoes

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

So the old rocker gets out his
To a ton before he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Corner
Just it used to be

And as he flies, in his eyes
His wind-whipped words the final take
And he hits the trunk road around 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, never too old to rock 'n' roll
If too young to die
[Incomprehensible] never too old to 'n' roll
But he was too to die