Luyện nghe bài hát A Sutble Induction

The impact of a film that we all love,
It's negative imagery that upon our young,
*How could we be so
Now we step incide conceptually a view,
And uncover the that we're injecting into
our children's minds.*
Born into a monarchy,
A of inherited luxury.
This newborn with his silver spoon,
His unfolds and will change soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
Never to walk on his own son's ground.
A tragic young spent in a broken home,
forward to years of life alone.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death finally be free,
this be what it seems to be?
As this Prince enters his few years,
A menagerie known as his appears,
one and all.*
One, who to create turbulence,
Another, who an androgynous fence,
*And we're not sure where fall.*
Minute is his contact with the world,
to the likely peril it holds.
Until one day, his mother, the Queen,
He's thrust into a 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 into
A precarious position and doomed.
Assaulted and by more 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 his home once stood.
Brutal cinematic display, upon our children's it preys.
A subtle induction horror, with implications we can't ignore.
Malevolence hidden behind doe-eyes, how see through its disguise?
Burning into the minds it haunts,
Is this what we want?