Luyện nghe bài hát Master Of Disguise

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

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

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

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

He appears friend, but
the Saint hides many
contemptuous, you know
of your Godgiven
He you in question with
modesty and create
of you an of derision

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

is a strict lord
He is also its humble
When of common ways,
He strides you on water
He makes of kings,
charm the guests, the ball
Is the master of

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