Luyện nghe bài hát Masada Complex

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