Luyện nghe bài hát Racing Shadows

There's nowhere left to
the fatman and all his lies
a TV
He thinks his words so
great, important, and
a century magician
in reality he's nothing but a
He appears to be a shadow in the
making rules and laws
to satisfy his paws
got this art down to perfection
Ideals
what's for him is legalised
for he's the of the nation
but a dog that
will ever bark
all his slogans fade to
for he is but a in the darkness
every step take
move they make
everything is
an illusion
madmen and fall
many may roll
but they care at all
and sow
Their schemes
are reaching their
insanity
parasites
they feed off the
posessing brains
undercover of the they hold
makes them so bold
another blindman and falls
and men cannot hear at all
smile towards
their self
nod and bow their heads
could own their own minds but
they're just puppets of corruption
and they their game while corpses
their way
and force a smile
until the day the racing
finally fade
there's a fire in our hearts
it throws a light upon dubious talk
let the fire
to disclise all lies
let them play their
but be to yourself
and the will rage
the day
the shadows finally fade away