Luyện nghe bài hát Masada Complex

(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup)
just like a small when he hits the balls to break
all his of private glory lying on this frame
balls
He feels so secure - the winning smile is on his
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 mask turns black to blue
believe in friendly perjuries, who about the compliment's malice ?
I might superior, but there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises
anytime they seem to behind my back
and there's a voice, a I'll fail, it raises anyway
you wanted to meet a friend, to a bit, to have some fun
I play to win, to my personal desire
perpetual of destructive thoughts
ambiguous will fix attention
make me revise - make me analyse - realize
while visions confuse weakening reason
though I'm sure to win I long to expect the
when everyone's laughing my back
and there's a voice, a fear I'll fail it raises