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

He is profanity in guise
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 of magickal nature
He turns even to the experienced eye

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

He appears friend, but
the Saint hides many
He's contemptuous, you
of your Godgiven
He calls you in with
affected modesty and
of you an of derision

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

is a strict lord
He is also its slave
bereft of common ways,
He strides before you on
He makes of kings,
the guests, rides the ball
Is the of disguise

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