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 under the shadow of the face which lies"
Baudelaire)

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

So for him vainly,
He, the incarnation of magickal
He unrecognizable even to the experienced eye

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

He your friend, but
the hides many Satans
contemptuous, you know
of Godgiven stupidities
He calls you in with
affected modesty and
of you an object of

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

Passion is a lord
He is its humble slave
When of common ways,
He strides before you on
He clowns of kings,
charm the guests, the ball
Is the of disguise

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