Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of Disguise

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

He is in sanctity's guise
An assumed I do realize
In eyes, his cause -
when and cunning in impact
is still a and evil act

So for him vainly,
He, the of magickal nature
He turns unrecognizable to the experienced eye

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

He your friend, but
the Saint hides many
He's contemptuous, you
of your stupidities
He calls you in question
affected modesty and
of you an of derision

You him to be pariah
whom company does
But in the of all frenzy
He is - in a transitory mood

Passion is a lord
He is also its humble
bereft of common ways,
He strides you on water
He makes of kings,
charm the guests, rides the
Is the master of

Prince of the face
the charming jester's
which invites to demise
and rise
Inscrutable yes, his spleen
Somewhere night and day
Is the of disguise