Luyện nghe bài hát THE BACKING SINGER

Running through chairs and rows, up the meaning
Smiles for the camera and cries, her pot was steaming
But he ask her again, for to him she is lumber
Storms on that horizon have blown, her lips on the tumbler

She decides to head down below to the danger
Flowers in her dressing room and all from a stranger
To bite the bullet and mourn would take too much
She's leaving to do it all on her own and out in the rain

Now you're out on your own
For the you once had they have grown
The and applause weren't your own and will go away
You pulled own weight all the same
With hunger, your voice and a chain
talent was never the fame
This all go away

There is nothing more pure than love you in a drunken fling
Three years you're back with your mother, and you eat what she brings
You're making your living in bars and to street corners
You're a hit with the and cleaners and one for the mourners

Your voice never clutches at straws, you could the morning
But, things were never the same after you had left without fair warning
Things have turned out this way, not even in your deepest fears
You ever go back to the crowds and to the good old years

Now you're out on your own
For the needs you had they have grown
The lights and applause your own and will go away
You pulled own weight all the same
With hunger, your voice and a chain
Your talent was never the
This all go away
will all go away
This will all go