Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of Disguise

("No! this face is a mask, a wicked ornament,
illuminated by an grimace,
and see, atrociously contorted,
The real head, and the sincere
Turned back the shadow of the face which lies"
Baudelaire)

He is profanity in sanctity's
An alias assumed I do
In their eyes, his -
enticing and cunning in impact
is still a criminal and act

So for him vainly,
He, the incarnation of magickal
He turns even to the experienced eye

You pursue him
to see, that was why he came to be
one who annihilates with impunity

He your friend, but
the hides many Satans
contemptuous, you know
of your stupidities
He calls you in question
modesty and create
of you an object of

You think him to be
whom does exclude
But in the midst of all
He is - feasting in a mood

Passion is a lord
He is also its slave
When bereft of ways,
He before you on water
He makes of kings,
charm the guests, rides the
Is the master of

Prince of the face
the charming smile
invites reason to demise
and imaginations
yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere and day between
Is the master of