Luyện nghe bài hát The Real Thing

He wore a song around his neck like some medal of
Carried his wisdom, knife
An empty pocket was a chain
Knowing you've got it coming, ain't no

Every blue note rolled off his tongue
You could feel his soul twisting right
knew where he came from
Oh but everybody knew, everybody

He was the real thing, no about it
The kind that you when they're gone
The thing put here for a reason
We knew someday the world was going to know his name
Yeah, he was the real

She in his ear and he heard the thunder
Singing a world he never knew
Head 'round, he began to wonder
Was he to love her or born to sing the blues

He inside him for the answer
But all he found was a troubled
He left her somewhere on the blue
But it wasn't just another love that he left

It was the thing, no doubt about it
The kind you remember when he's gone
The real thing, not like passion's
But a burning, smoldering, oh, flame

And at night he longs for her whisper
But he hides from the
he always wakes to find her gone

In some broken down dressing room, in some major
The thunder plays an old tune
He spies the of a distant angel
beneath the halo moon

Finger on the trigger, in the vein
One more bullet, it might be your ride
This is ain't no, no, show, this no nervous breakdown
And it sure as hell, the time to let the fool decide

This is the real thing, no about it
Who cares if they you when you're gone
This is the real thing, so you put here for a reason
But gives you the right to quit when you're tired
boy, this ain't no game
This is the thing

He wore a song around his
some medal of honor
He carried his wisdom a knife