Luyện nghe bài hát The Golden Idol

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

'Cause paint your burnin' beauty with a coat of shiny lies
And they'll blind you with their wine so you even realize
'Til you watch the face you're washin', disappearin' the drain
And you're staring in your mirror goin' insane
And that golden crown they've down on your head
You better it, gal, before you wake up dead

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

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