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 won't ask her again, for to him she is
Storms on that horizon blown, her lips rest on the tumbler

She to head down below to omit the danger
Flowers in her dressing room again and all a stranger
To bite the bullet and mourn would too much pain
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 once had they have
The lights and applause weren't your own and will go
You pulled own weight all the same
With your hunger, your and a chain
talent was never the fame
This will all go

There is more pure than love you said in a drunken fling
Three years later you're with your mother, and you eat what she brings
You're making your living in bars and tied to corners
You're a hit with the junkies and cleaners and one for the

Your voice never clutches at straws, you could the morning
But, were never the same after you had left without hearing fair 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 out on your own
For the needs you once had have grown
The lights and weren't your own and will go away
You pulled own weight all the same
With your hunger, your and a chain
Your was never the fame
will all go away
This all go away
This all go away