Luyện nghe bài hát The Golden Idol

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

'Cause they'll paint burnin' beauty 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 crown they've pushed down on head
You better make it, gal, you wake up dead

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

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