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

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

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

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

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

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

And some of them own little cars
And at the tennis club do's
For drinks on a Sunday, work on
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 gets out his bike
To a ton before he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Corner
like it used to be

And as he flies, tears in his
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 too young to die
[Incomprehensible] too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die