Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitless Fortunes

The fascists and their guises
and their fantasizing
It seems sometimes sailing the same boat
Politicians mesmerizing of automated souls
As some similar psycho's on the scope

I'm leaving
To join sophisticates in my
We'll our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And when all the creatures in palaces are crushed
I can safely say "I'm home"

Fairy tales and fruitless
from some sad story teller
Can sometimes be to keep me mum in my keep
Organ grinders overtures of madness
As the heinous hipster's his unearned currency

There may be many of reaching the same plateau
I'll take the road less
If it like it ain't been sold
The chains my neck won't break
But at least they're made of