Luyện nghe bài hát 50,000

Another obituary in the today
One more for the list of those who've fallen
Another one of our comrades is down
Like so many of our calling

We our anecdotes, our commentary
Or we sing his songs in some sad
While the tabloids are a story of kiss and tell
That he's no longer able to or refute

50,000 voices rising every time he'd
And every word he ever wrote back to him

How well I remember the stadiums we
And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 souls face
A serious drug that you could kick
Or one that you couldn't imagine ever replace

We flew kites on the wings of amphetamine
Secured to a bass line and a snare drum beat
But really what did any of it
When there's a philosophy in reflection and defeat

50,000 voices rising every time he'd
And word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
Still believing old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock stars don't ever die, they only fade

Reflecting now on my own
Inside this I've made of myself
I'm feeling a little today
Although the mirror is telling me something else

These lines of stress, one eye
The pallor of a troubled ghost
Where did I put my spectacle
I'm half blind and as deaf as any

50,000 hands are to a man that's just like you and me
We create the gods we can and gift them
Still believing old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock stars ever die, they only fade away