Luyện nghe bài hát Racing Shadows

There's left to hide
the fatman and all his lies
a TV
He thinks his so fine
great, important, and
a century magician
in reality he's nothing but a
He appears to be a in the dark
He's rules and laws
to satisfy his paws
got this art down to perfection
Ideals
what's for him is legalised
for he's the of the nation
but a dog bites
will seldom ever
all his slogans to nothingness
for he is but a in the darkness
every step they
move they make
everything is
just an
madmen rise and
many heads may
but they care at all
and sow
Their schemes
are reaching their
insanity
Simple
they off the weak
posessing their
undercover of the titles they
that makes them so
another blindman trips and
and men cannot hear at all
they smile
their destruction
yes-men nod and bow heads
own their own minds but instead
they're like puppets of corruption
and they their game while corpses
their way
and they'll force a
the day the racing shadows
finally fade
a fire burning in our hearts
it a light upon their dubious talk
let the fire
to disclise all lies
let them their games
but be true to
and the will rage
the day
the racing finally fade away