Luyện nghe bài hát 50,000

Another obituary in the paper
One more for the list of those already fallen
Another one of our is taken down
Like so many others of our

We tweet our anecdotes, our
Or we sing his songs in sad tribute
While the are holding a story of kiss and tell
That he's no longer able to or refute

50,000 voices rising time he'd sing
And every word he ever wrote back to him

How well I remember the stadiums we
And the lights sweeping a sea of 50,000 souls we'd face
A serious drug that you never kick
Or one that you imagine you'd ever replace

We flew like kites on the wings of
Secured only to a bass line and a drum beat
But really what did any of it
When there's a philosophy in reflection and defeat

50,000 voices every time he'd sing
And every word he ever wrote back to him
Still that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock stars don't ever die, they only away

now on my own past
Inside prison I've made of myself
I'm feeling a little better
Although the mirror is telling me something else

lines of stress, one bloodshot eye
The unhealthy of a troubled ghost
Where did I put my spectacle
I'm half blind and as as any post

50,000 hands are to a man that's just like you and me
We create the we can and gift them immortality
Still believing that old lie, the one that your own betrays
Rock stars don't ever die, they fade away