Luyện nghe bài hát THE BACKING SINGER

Running through chairs and rows, up the meaning
Smiles for the camera and cries, her pot was always
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 down below to omit the danger
Flowers in her dressing room again and all from a
To bite the bullet and mourn would too much pain
leaving to do it all on her own and out in the street rain

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

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

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

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