Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist

The artist's palette
The paint is spilled with
Someone shot him
him without a soul

His laid to rest
And underground stay
hopes to resurrect
And live again day

Now they who lives and dies
Now

His peers won't come
They're too to face
Another down
His life's work, a

And now these walls are
No one pretends to
A distant
His in disrepair

Now they who lives and dies
Now they hold you back
will hold you back
They hold you

We stand and illumine
We through and prevail, we will prevail
We stop where you'd be giving up
We won't fail

A martyr his hand
To make him live
With savage of hand
force his legs to stand

A and gutless joke
A serenading
peace, a waste of time
A pathetic excuse for

The sleepless nights no compassion
And the that come aren't true
A of lies unconscious
And so much left to be

But the sun will and fall again
And the nights start to shorten
The memories will fade darkness
You let it go

But world is turned upside down
a panic you can't release
Once you have it, you just
ignore it

That's when you realize best
Days are you
And all you live for
Is

You take it away, you
You can't it away, you