Luyện nghe bài hát The Idol

Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the

be bad
Idol be
Martyr heart
Father a child
We need all your
And your dark
We live on your
And your moods

We love you, we you
We you, we love you
You're a pop up poster of a teenage
We love you, we 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
Don't try to
All fall in the end

Hail the Idol
Hail the Idol

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

We love you, we 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
yourself out
Do in
try to mend
All gods in the end

crucifixion

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

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

Be you are
In the bed or the car
In the or the bar
the end of the star
Burn out
Do in
Don't try to
All fall in the end

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

All gods in the end

Valentino the was the God of them all
But his macho was and he took a fall
sang tragedy touching our hearts
But her life was a more than her art
Fabian and Avalon gold and cute
Kissed fickle fame and went straight down the
Elvis the cat loved us tender youth
But what we were was never the truth
Just wanted to but fame made its demands
And while still young trying to please all his fans
James was a rebel stood for an age
A and a drive and then death took the stage
Poor Billie paid all her dues
When her close friend the needle her the blues
Janis at night for boys on the strip
But death by the is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty age every day
But her sinister end her keep age away

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

Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon crave
But and a pool set the scene for the grave
Jim lived his life to put edge to his
But he died in the bath to reach where he
Jimi notes that were all heaven-sent
But the drink and the drugs made that's where he went
and Cassidy records all gold
But they the mistake of growing 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 next on the big of fame?
A white glove and a big famous name?

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