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 your dark
We live on your
And volatile moods

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

Go for the
Never old
In the bed or the car
the end of the star
Burn out
Do in
try to mend
All fall in the end

Hail the Idol
Hail the Idol

We loved you in
We adored you in
Up in the
Or in the drink
Wrapped up in
in oil

We you, we love you
We you, we love you
Rip out soul as you're playing the role
We love you, we you
We love you, we you
up your 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
Don't try to
All gods in the end

Sweet

We hate you, we you
We hate you, we you
Watch them turn cold as you start to 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
try to mend
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 the Idol
Fail the Idol
Fail the Idol
Fail Fail the

All fall in the end

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

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

Brian had an aura that Mick soon would crave
But pills and a set the scene for the grave
Jim lived his to put edge to his songs
But he in the bath to reach where he belongs
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 they made the mistake of too old
got fat was not pleasant to see
But we him again when he met with a tree
Kurt was unhappy with fame and
A gun in the mouth and one hell of a
And who will be on the big cross of fame?
A sequinned glove and a big famous name?

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