Luyện nghe bài hát The Golden Idol

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

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

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

You'll be dancin' in the darkness when music disappears
And the of your chains will be the only sound you hear
'Til your broken body's on an altar made of stone
And you've sacrificed your to please a world
That's and wrong
For you heard a single word I said
Aww, make it, gal, before you wake up