Luyện nghe bài hát She

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

She doesn't like attention,
but she'll stop to meet 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 grown men to their knees.

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

You willing to forgive her indiscretions
and you grew together, left your teens.
And you followed question,
'till she took a new
and swapped her leather for cutoff jeans.

She is mine, She is yours.
She our applause.
so far beyond 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 back to her roots. She makes her living 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 she draws them closed. Now she has lines 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.