Luyện nghe bài hát A Sutble Induction

The psychological of a film that we all love,
It's imagery that preys upon our young,
could we be so blind?*
Now we step incide conceptually a view,
And uncover the horror that we're into
our children's minds.*
Born into a monarchy,
A of inherited luxury.
This newborn Prince with his spoon,
His unfolds and will change soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
deigning to walk on his own son's ground.
A tragic young life spent in a home,
forward to years of life alone.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death he'd be free,
Could be what it seems to be?
As Prince enters 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 contact with the world,
Unhardened to the likely it holds.
one day, with his mother, the Queen,
He's thrust into a scene.
Like animals, with weapons pursued,
By men with attitudes.
His mother, the of the "Thrill Of The Chase",
a bullet, she loses the deathrace.

Then his woman is into
A precarious and looks doomed.
Assaulted and raped by than one
Members of a gang are on the hunt.
Add to the destructiveness
Of the that rages without rest,
his neighborhood,
Torching his where his home once stood.
cinematic display, upon our children's minds it preys.
A subtle induction into horror, with implications we ignore.
Malevolence hidden behind doe-eyes, how see through its disguise?
Burning itself the minds it haunts,
Is this what we want?