Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

I was in a car
Down Melrose
When I all the traffic
I was so hard
Standin' on the
Was this rock n roll
In leather pants he was cool
He had the
He had the
Fawcett hair
Or was a wig
Face like a
Trying in vain to stoned
You could tell he'd practicing
At in the mirror
probably been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred
In the

Well c'mawn, well
Seventies must die
Well c'mawn, c'mawn
Seventies must die

Bogus bands, plastic stars
Stupid clothes and the worst made
rock making us all sick
While Travolta wags his double-knit prick

Being a teen back
Man, it was a
and no one burned the flag
You think we live in desperate times
When people wanna go to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Fever fantasy
the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it from the
Burn,

c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies must die
Well c'mawn, c'mawn
Seventies must die

my ego, pay to play
Got more to say
As we you a stairway to boredom

Look around at the hip
Set in their
Reaching back to the they used to say they hate
old brats playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for

Radio and TV gettin' to damn
With collegiate boy Neil Young bands
Underground's an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the clones
I know they don't make 'em the Son of Sam
But punks wanna go back to seventy seven

c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock die
Well c'mawn, c'mawn
Seventies must die