Luyện nghe bài hát Masada Complex

(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup)
just like a small explosion when he the balls to break
all his hopes of private glory lying on frame
balls
He feels so secure - the winning is on his face
but it starts to fade away with shot I make
deep of me a certain feeling starts to grow
shapes get on my face
my perfect mask turns to blue
believe in friendly perjuries, who cares about the compliment's ?
I might feel superior, but there's a voice, a fear fail it raises
anytime they seem to behind my back
and there's a voice, a fear I'll fail, it anyway
you wanted to a friend, to play a bit, to have some fun
I play to win, to satisfy my desire
perpetual of destructive thoughts
words will fix attention
they make me revise - make me analyse -
while confuse your weakening reason
though I'm sure to win I long to the worst
everyone's laughing behind my back
and there's a voice, a fear I'll it raises anyway