Luyện nghe bài hát Fruitless Fortunes

The fascists and many guises
and their fantasizing
It seems sometimes they're sailing the boat
Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated
As some similar screwing on the scope

I'm town
To sophisticates in my head
have our fun playing the hypocrite critic
And all the creatures in their palaces are crushed
I can safely say "I'm home"

Fairy tales and fruitless
Acquired from some sad teller
Can be enough to keep me mum in my keep
grinders orating overtures of madness
As the heinous spending his unearned currency

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