Luyện nghe bài hát 50,000

Another obituary in the paper
One more for the of those who've already fallen
Another one of our comrades is down
Like so many of our calling

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

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

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

We flew kites on the wings of amphetamine
only 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 rising every time he'd sing
And every word he wrote reflecting back to him
Still that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock stars don't ever die, they fade away

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

These lines of stress, one eye
The unhealthy of a troubled ghost
did I put my spectacle case?
I'm blind and as deaf as any post

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