Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist

The palette falls
The paint is spilled blood
Someone him down
him without a soul

His body's to rest
And he'll stay
With to resurrect
And again another day

Now they decide who lives and
Now

His won't come around
They're too to face
soldier down
His work, a waste

And now these are bare
No one to care
A memory
His masterpiece in

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

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

A martyr his hand
To make him again
savage sleight of hand
He'll his legs to stand

A sick and joke
A serenading
Interrupted peace, a of time
A excuse for hope

The sleepless nights have no
And the dreams that come aren't
A charade of lies
And so much to be proved

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

But your world is 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 ever for
Is

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