Luyện nghe bài hát The Idol

Hail Hail the
Hail the Idol

be bad
Idol be
Martyr heart
Father a love
We need all kinks
And your dark
We live on sins
And volatile moods

We you, we love you
We love you, we you
You're a pop up poster of a dream
We love you, we you
We love you, we you
A fur inferno on a twisted

Go for the
grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
yourself out
Do in
try to mend
All fall in the end

Hail Hail the
Hail the Idol

We you in black
We you in pink
Up in the
Or in the drink
Wrapped up in
in oil

We you, we love you
We love you, we you
Rip out your soul as you're the role
We love you, we you
We you, we love you
Nail up your hands to our demands

Go for the
Never old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
Burn out
Do in
Don't try to
All gods in the end

Sweet

We hate you, we you
We you, we hate you
Watch them turn cold as you to grow old
We you, we hate you
We hate you, we you
Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to

Go for the
grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
Burn out
Do in
Don't try to
All gods in the end

Be you are
In the bed or the car
In the or the bar
the end of the star
Burn out
Do in
try to mend
All gods in the end

Fail Fail the
Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the
Fail the Idol

All gods in the end

Valentino the was the God of them all
But his macho was dented and he took a
sang tragedy touching our hearts
But her was a tragedy more than her art
Fabian and Avalon gold and cute
Kissed fickle fame and went down the chute
Elvis the cat loved us with youth
But we were seeing was never the truth
Just wanted to sing but fame made its
And died while still trying to please all his fans
James was a rebel that for an age
A drink and a drive and death took the stage
Poor Billie Holliday paid all her
When her close friend the needle gave her the
Janis at cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty age every day
But her end helped her keep age away

We you, we love you
We you, we love you
We love you, we you
We love you, we you

Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon would
But pills and a pool set the scene for the
Jim lived his life to put to his songs
But he died in the bath to reach where he
Jimi played that were all heaven-sent
But the drink and the drugs made sure that's he went
Osmond and records all gold
But made the mistake of growing too old
Bolan got fat was not to see
But we him again when he met with a tree
Kurt was unhappy with and success
A gun in the mouth and one hell of a
And who will be next on the big cross of
A white sequinned and a big famous name?

We you, we hate you
We you, we hate you
We you, we hate you
We you, we hate you