Luyện nghe bài hát The Golden Idol

Well, they've made a golden of the girl you used to be
bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree
An' yeah, they've dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new
Nailin' artificial spangles to the in your eyes
In golden coach that turns into a bed
You better make it, gal, you wake up dead

'Cause they'll paint your burnin' with a coat of shiny lies
And they'll blind you with wine so you won't even realize
'Til you watch the face you're washin', down the drain
And you're staring in mirror goin' privately insane
And that golden they've pushed down on your head
You better make it, gal, before you wake up

First look around them sidewalks that you're walkin' on today
And you'll see that lonely just a careless step away
And that altar they're building you don't even understand
'Cause you're dazzled by the flashin' of the daggers in hands

You'll be in the darkness when their music disappears
And the jangle of your chains be the only sound you hear
'Til your broken bleedin' on an altar made of stone
And you've sacrificed your to please a world
That's and wrong
For you never heard a single word I
Aww, make it, gal, you wake up dead