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

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

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

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

And some of them own sports cars
And meet at the tennis do's
For on a Sunday, work on Monday
They've thrown away their blue 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 gets out his bike
To make a ton before he takes his
Up on the A1 by Corner
Just it used to be

And as he flies, tears in his
His wind-whipped words echo the final
And he hits the road doing 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 'n' roll
And he was too to die

No, you're too old to rock 'n' roll
If too young to die
[Incomprehensible] too old to rock 'n' roll
But he was too to die