Luyện nghe bài hát 50,000

Another obituary in the today
One more for the of those who've already fallen
Another one of our is taken down
so many others of our calling

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

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

How well I remember the stadiums we
And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 souls we'd
A serious drug that you could kick
Or one that you couldn't imagine 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?
When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and

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

Reflecting now on my own
Inside this prison I've of myself
I'm feeling a little today
the bathroom mirror is telling me something else

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

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