Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Must Die

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

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

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

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

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

Suck my ego, pay to
Got nothing to say
As we you a stairway to boredom

Look at the hip people
Set in ways
Reaching back to the things they to say they hate
Young old brats fossil rock
reunions pass for rebellion

Radio and TV to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy
Underground's becoming an alternative
Even Aerosmith hates all the clones
I know don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seven

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