Luyện nghe bài hát A Song for the Metalheads

One, nine, six,

Press the recorder, let's get this all down real fast
the insignificant thought goes by
There's one more slow song to write for the record
To all the metalheads cry

I throw rocks but not rocking, stand there just
With hands in their that they'll later smell
you live in the past, there's one thing that will last
Is resentment that won't sit still

The record business is fucked, kinda funny
It'll separate a boy a man
You can buy every of your record with your money
But you'd be only fan

If one thing my father said when he was younger
To a kid with a mullet that like his son
To and to try is the difference why
people will walk and some run, thank you, dad

Sharpen up all your pencils, 'cause class will come
There's so much you thought you knew
the B list celebrities all pay for their fame
They'll soak up what's left of the

While a kid in the corner a savant
No one will care he's dead
Or he falls from his grace with it all over the
And a piece of it in his head