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
Storms on that horizon have blown, her lips rest on the

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

Now that out on your own
For the needs you once had they have
The lights and applause your own and will go away
You pulled your own weight all the
With your hunger, your voice and a
Your was never the fame
This will all go

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

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

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