Luyện nghe bài hát Maquerade Of Piety

[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik, Vertel]

Saint with holly
and angel wings.
Light! The begins.
You are ideal
The code has prevailed,
The judge to me of my sins.
Why do you me?
Why disgrace me?
Why want to see me
Or you see in me your

You are the one who is on right side,
You are the one who is always the guide,
You are the judge who has to accuse me,
You are the god to behold and me
to blame everything but your old sins,
Blaming my words but ignoring own stings,
Putting me as if you know the right way,
You spit in my eyes as you see that like me
sinner under mask of saint!

Saint! The man,
You play your again,
You slake thirst.
See mote - no descry,
Fault's in brother's eye,
Why not you sweep you porch first?

I Must, what I May,
to hail, to dismay,-
What should I think, should I say -
You "put me wise" and I obey,
Your to crucify,
time it will be mine.
You're just like me
On of piety...