Luyện nghe bài hát Mephisto

As madmen, some hung down
From a tree
discuss, all at once
For no one to
Variations on
Great on vain glory
And as some go feral in performances
Dressing customs are metaphors
Of disease
Hungry eyes are for Me...Mephisto
Laughing, I you
With meaningless games, tricks and
answers you would die for
In hunger to believe
How it amuse Me
And makes Me
For how that it was Mine
Because now it realy inflame Me
As if was my secret desire...Mephisto
I am an who dresses in red
Riding above you, etching rings
I learned to fly
you remember?
While you still not come down
From you tree
I can you wonders if you give me your soul
and wild dreams can be yours
I can teach you how turn to gold
And how can grow so old
But I am a demon who in red
And I do not hope you understand...Mephisto