Luyện nghe bài hát A Sutble Induction

The impact of a film that we all love,
It's imagery that preys upon our young,
could we be so blind?*
Now we step conceptually a different view,
And the horror that we're injecting into
*All our minds.*
into a peasant monarchy,
A of inherited luxury.
This newborn Prince with his spoon,
His life unfolds and change soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
Never deigning to walk on his own ground.
A tragic young spent in a broken home,
Looking to years of life alone.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In he'd finally be free,
Could be what it seems to be?
As this Prince his first few years,
A menagerie as his friends appears,
one and all.*
One, who to create turbulence,
Another, who straddles an fence,
*And we're not sure he'll fall.*
Minute is his contact with the world,
to the likely peril it holds.
Until one day, his mother, the Queen,
thrust into a ghastly 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 is forced into
A precarious position and doomed.
Assaulted and raped by than one
Members of a gang are on the hunt.
Add to this the
Of the fire that rages rest,
his neighborhood,
Torching his land where his once stood.
Brutal cinematic display, upon our children's it preys.
A induction into horror, with implications we can't ignore.
Malevolence behind doe-eyes, how many see through its disguise?
Burning itself the minds it haunts,
Is this really we want?