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
Turned back under the of the face which lies"
Baudelaire)

He is profanity in sanctity's
An alias I do realize
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 unrecognizable even to the eye

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

He appears friend, but
the Saint hides many
contemptuous, you know
of your stupidities
He calls you in question
affected and create
of you an of derision

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

Passion is a lord
He is also its 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 jester's smile
invites reason to demise
and rise
yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere night and day
Is the of disguise