Luyện nghe bài hát She

You recognise her from the papers,
or the TV, or in magazines.
The whole knows her name,
she remains by fame.
She's an ordinary behind the scenes.

She doesn't like attention,
but she'll always stop to with the fans.
She writes all of her own
and she knows right from wrong.
The are her favourite band.

She is mine, She is
and She on our applause.
She has everything and nothing she needs.
She can have her
as as we can see.
Her sculpted cheeks bring grown men to knees.

There was outcry she switched to electric,
but in the stands the diehard were going wild.
The paparazzi lifting up the pavement for a photograph, and they failed gossip would suffice.

You were willing to her indiscretions
and you grew together, left your teens.
And you followed question,
she took a new direction
and her leather pants for cutoff jeans.

She is mine, She is yours.
She our applause.
She's so far the likes of you and me.
She's a success,
and sculpted by the best.
Overproduced and on the MTV.

And now she's made the pilgrimage to her roots. She makes her living on sales from '91.
And her gigs are always packed, but the bars are small and the rider never to last too long.

Her are empty well before she draws them closed. Now she has lines upon her brow
and her nose.
She fought against her fame, but they all up the same.

Not everybody a prize,
but pays to play the game.

pays to play the game.