Luyện nghe bài hát Mephisto

As madmen, some hung head
From a tree
discuss, all at once
For no one to
on emptiness
Great themes on glory
And as some go feral in strange
Dressing customs are metaphors
Of your
eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto
Laughing, I you
With meaningless games, and philopsophies
answers you would die for
In hunger to believe
How it does Me
And Me wonder
For how long it was Mine
now it does realy inflame Me
As if was my secret desire...Mephisto
I am an who dresses in red
Riding above you, etching fire
I learned to fly
Don't you
While you have not come down
From you tree
I can teach you wonders if you give me soul
Marves and dreams can be yours
I can you how iron turn to gold
And how life can so old
But I am a who dresses in red
And I do not hope you understand...Mephisto