Luyện nghe bài hát The Idol

Hail the Idol
Hail the Idol

be bad
Idol be
Martyr heart
Father a child
We need all your
And dark attitude
We on your sins
And your volatile

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

Go for the
Never old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the
yourself out
Do in
try to mend
All gods in the end

Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the

We loved you in
We you in pink
Up in the
Or drowned in the
Wrapped up in
in oil

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

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

crucifixion

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

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

All gods in the end

the sheik was the God of them all
But his macho was dented and he took a
Garland sang tragedy our hearts
But her life was a more than her art
Fabian and Avalon gold and cute
Kissed fickle and went straight down the chute
Elvis the cat us tender with youth
But what we were was never the truth
Just to sing but fame made its demands
And died while still young trying to please all his
James was a that stood for an age
A drink and a drive and then death took the
Poor Billie paid all her dues
When her close friend the needle her the blues
Janis at cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age day
But her sinister end helped her keep age

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

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

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