Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of Disguise

("No! this is only a mask, a wicked ornament,
illuminated by an grimace,
Look and see, contorted,
The real head, and the face
Turned back under the shadow of the which lies"
Baudelaire)

He is in sanctity's guise
An alias assumed I do
In their eyes, his -
when and cunning in impact
is still a criminal and act

So for him vainly,
He, the incarnation of nature
He turns even to the experienced eye

You obsessively him
to see, that was why he came to be
one who annihilates such impunity

He your friend, but
the Saint hides Satans
He's contemptuous, you
of your stupidities
He calls you in question
affected and create
of you an of derision

You him to be pariah
whom does exclude
But in the of all frenzy
He is - in a transitory mood

Passion is a lord
He is its humble slave
bereft of common ways,
He strides you on water
He clowns of kings,
charm the guests, rides the
Is the of disguise

of the thousandfold face
the jester's smile
invites reason to demise
and rise
yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere night and day
Is the master of