Luyện nghe bài hát She

You recognise her face the papers,
or the TV, or in magazines.
The whole world her name,
she remains by fame.
an ordinary girl 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 what's right from wrong.
The are her favourite band.

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

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

You were willing to forgive her
and you grew together, left your teens.
And you without question,
'till she a new direction
and swapped her leather pants for jeans.

She is mine, She is yours.
She our applause.
She's so far beyond the of you and me.
a marketing success,
designed and by the best.
and overplayed on the MTV.

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

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

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

Everybody to play the game.