Luyện nghe bài hát Masada Complex

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