Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist

The palette falls
The paint is spilled blood
Someone shot him
Left him without a

His body's laid to
And he'll stay
hopes to resurrect
And live another day

Now decide who lives and dies
Now

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

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

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

We stand tall and
We fight through and prevail, we will
We don't where you'd be giving up
We won't ever

A martyr his hand
To him live again
With savage of hand
He'll force his to stand

A and gutless joke
A hoax
peace, a waste of time
A pathetic for hope

The nights have no compassion
And the dreams that come true
A charade of lies
And so left to be proved

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

But your world is upside down
It's a panic you release
you have it, you just can't
Ever it

when you realize your best
Days are you
And all you live for
Is

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