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 the shadow of the face which lies"
Baudelaire)

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

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

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

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

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

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

of the thousandfold face
the charming jester's
invites reason to demise
and imaginations
yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere and day between
Is the master of