Luyện nghe bài hát THE BACKING SINGER

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

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

Now that out on your own
For the needs you had they have grown
The lights and applause weren't your own and will go
You pulled own weight all the same
your hunger, your voice and a chain
Your talent was never the
will all go away

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

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

Now that out on your own
For the needs you had they have grown
The lights and applause your own and will go away
You pulled your own all the same
With your hunger, your voice and a
Your talent was the fame
This will all go
will all go away
This all go away