Luyện nghe bài hát 50,000

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

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

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

How well I remember the stadiums we
And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 we'd face
A serious that you could never kick
Or one that you couldn't imagine ever replace

We flew like kites on the of amphetamine
Secured to a bass line and a snare drum beat
But what did any of it mean?
there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat

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

now on my own past
Inside this I've made of myself
I'm a little better today
Although the bathroom 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 blind and as deaf as any post

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