Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of Disguise

("No! this is only a mask, a wicked ornament,
by an exquisite grimace,
Look and see, contorted,
The real head, and the face
Turned back under the of the face which lies"
Baudelaire)

He is in sanctity's guise
An assumed I do realize
In their eyes, his -
when enticing and in impact
is a criminal and evil act

So for him vainly,
He, the incarnation of nature
He unrecognizable even to the experienced eye

You pursue him
Failing to see, that was why he to be
one who annihilates such impunity

He appears friend, but
the Saint many Satans
contemptuous, you know
of Godgiven stupidities
He you in question with
affected and create
of you an of derision

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

Passion is a strict
He is also its humble
When of common ways,
He strides before you on
He makes of kings,
the guests, rides the ball
Is the of disguise

of the thousandfold face
the jester's smile
which invites to demise
and rise
yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere and day between
Is the master of