Luyện nghe bài hát Racing Shadows

There's nowhere to hide
the fatman and all his lies
a TV
He thinks his so fine
great, important, and
a century magician
in reality he's but a shark
He to be a shadow in the dark
He's making rules and
to his greed paws
He's got art down to perfection
improvised
what's good for him is
for he's the of the nation
but a dog bites
will seldom bark
all his slogans to nothingness
for he is but a shadow in the
every they take
move they make
everything is
an illusion
madmen rise and
many may roll
but don't care at all
and sow
Their schemes
are reaching their
reigns
Simple
feed off the weak
posessing brains
of the titles they hold
that makes them so
blindman trips and falls
and men cannot hear at all
they smile
their self
nod and bow their heads
could own own minds but instead
they're just like puppets of
and they play game while corpses
their way
and they'll force a
the day the racing shadows
finally fade
there's a fire burning in our
it throws a light upon dubious talk
let the burn
to disclise all their
let play their games
but be true to
and the flames will
the day
the racing finally fade away