Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of Disguise

("No! face 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 shadow of the face lies"
Baudelaire)

He is profanity in guise
An alias assumed I do
In eyes, his cause -
when and cunning in impact
is still a criminal and act

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

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

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

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

Passion is a strict
He is its humble slave
When bereft of ways,
He strides before you on
He makes of kings,
charm the guests, rides the
Is the master of

of the thousandfold face
the jester's smile
invites reason to demise
and rise
Inscrutable yes, venting his
night and day between
Is the master of