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

The old rocker wore his hair too
Wore his trouser too tight
Unfashionable to the end his ale too light

head belts buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double sewn
In his post-war gloom

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

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

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

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

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

So the old gets out his bike
To make a ton before he his leave
Up on the A1 by Scotch
like it used to be

And as he flies, tears in his
His words echo 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 'n' roll
And he was too to die

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