Luyện nghe bài hát THE BACKING SINGER

Running chairs and rows, sizing up the meaning
for the camera and cries, her pot was always steaming
But he won't ask her again, for to him she is
Storms on that horizon have blown, her rest on the tumbler

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

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

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

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

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