Luyện nghe bài hát A Sutble Induction

The psychological of a film that we all love,
negative imagery that preys upon our young,
*How could we be so
Now we step conceptually a different view,
And uncover the horror that we're injecting
*All our minds.*
Born into a monarchy,
A of inherited luxury.
This newborn Prince his silver spoon,
His life and will change soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
Never deigning to walk on his own ground.
A young life spent in a broken home,
Looking forward to years of alone.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death he'd be free,
Could be what it seems to be?
As this Prince enters his few years,
A menagerie as his friends appears,
one and all.*
One, who lives to turbulence,
Another, who straddles an fence,
*And not sure where he'll fall.*
Minute is his with the outside world,
to the likely peril it holds.
Until one day, his mother, the Queen,
thrust into a ghastly scene.
Like animals, with they're pursued,
By men with attitudes.
His mother, the of the "Thrill Of The Chase",
With a bullet, she the deathrace.

Then his woman is forced
A precarious position and doomed.
Assaulted and raped by more one
Members of a gang are on the hunt.
Add to this the
Of the fire that without rest,
his neighborhood,
Torching his land his home once stood.
Brutal cinematic display, our children's minds it preys.
A subtle into horror, with implications we can't ignore.
Malevolence behind doe-eyes, how many see through its disguise?
Burning itself the minds it haunts,
Is this what we want?