Luyện nghe bài hát The Idol

Hail Hail the
Hail Hail the

be bad
Idol be
Martyr heart
Father a love
We need all kinks
And your attitude
We on your sins
And volatile moods

We you, we love you
We love you, we you
You're a pop up poster of a dream
We love you, we you
We you, we love you
A fur inferno on a twisted

Go for the
grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
yourself out
Do in
try to mend
All fall in the end

Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the

We loved you in
We adored you in
Up in the
Or in the drink
up in foil
in oil

We you, we love you
We love you, we you
Rip out your soul as playing the role
We love you, we you
We you, we love you
up your hands to fulfil our demands

Go for the
grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
yourself out
Do in
try to mend
All fall in the end

crucifixion

We you, we hate you
We you, we hate you
Watch them turn as you start to grow old
We hate you, we you
We hate you, we you
Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to

Go for the
grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
yourself out
Do in
Don't try to
All gods in the end

Be you are
In the bed or the car
In the or the bar
It's the end of the
yourself out
Do in
try to mend
All fall in the end

Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the
Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the

All gods in the end

the sheik was the God of them all
But his macho was and he took a fall
Garland sang touching our hearts
But her was a tragedy more than her art
Fabian and gold lamed and cute
fickle fame and went straight down the chute
Elvis the cat loved us with youth
But what we were was never the truth
Just to sing but fame made its demands
And died while still young trying to all his fans
was a rebel that stood for an age
A drink and a drive and then death the stage
Poor Billie Holliday all her dues
When her close the needle gave her the blues
at night cruised for boys on the strip
But by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her age away

We love you, we you
We you, we love you
We love you, we you
We love you, we you

Brian Jones had an aura that soon would crave
But pills and a pool set the scene for the
Jim lived his life to put edge to his
But he died in the bath to reach where he
played notes that were all heaven-sent
But the drink and the made sure that's where he went
Osmond and records all gold
But they made the mistake of too old
got fat was not pleasant to see
But we loved him again when he met with a
Kurt was unhappy with and success
A gun in the mouth and one of a mess
And who will be next on the big cross of
A white glove and a big famous name?

We you, we hate you
We you, we hate you
We hate you, we you
We you, we hate you