Luyện nghe bài hát She

You recognise her face the papers,
or the TV, or in magazines.
The whole knows her name,
she untouched by fame.
an ordinary 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 what's 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 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 failed gossip suffice.

You were to forgive her indiscretions
and you grew together, behind your teens.
And you without question,
'till she took a new
and swapped her 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 back to her roots. She makes her living on from '91.
And her are always packed, but the bars are small and the rider never seems to last too long.

Her eyes are 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 everybody to play the game.

Everybody to play the game.