Luyện nghe bài hát A Subtle Induction

The impact of a film that we all love,
It's negative imagery preys upon our young,
How we be so blind?
Now we step conceptually a different view,
And uncover the horror we're injecting into
All our minds.

Born a peasant monarchy,
A life of luxury.
This newborn Prince with his spoon,
His life unfolds and will soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
deigning to walk on his own son's ground.
A tragic young life in a broken home,
Looking forward to of life alone.

the life of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death he'd be free,
Could this be it seems to be?

As this Prince his first few years,
A menagerie known as his appears,
one and all.
One, who lives to turbulence,
Another, who straddles an fence,
And we're not sure where fall.

Minute is his with the outside world,
to the likely peril it holds.
Until one day, his mother, the Queen,
He's thrust into a scene.
Like animals, weapons they're pursued,
By men butcherous attitudes.
His mother, the of the "Thrill Of The Chase",
With a bullet, she loses deathrace.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death he'd be free,
Could be what it seems to be?

Then his woman is into
A precarious and looks doomed.
Assaulted and raped by than one
of a gang that are on the hunt.
Add to this the
Of the that rages without rest,
his neighborhood,
Torching his land where his once stood.

Brutal cinematic display, our children's minds it preys.
A subtle induction into horror, with implications we ignore.
hidden behind doe-eyes, how many see through its disguise?
Burning into the minds it haunts,
Is this really what we

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death finally be free,
Could this be what it to be?