Luyện nghe bài hát Racing Shadows

There's nowhere left to
from the fatman and all his
a TV
He his words so fine
great, important, and
a 20th century
in reality nothing but a shark
He appears to be a in the dark
making rules and laws
to satisfy his paws
got this art down to perfection
Ideals
good for him is legalised
for he's the leader of the
but a dog bites
will seldom ever
all his fade to nothingness
for he is but a in the darkness
every step take
every move make
is fake
just an
madmen rise and
many heads may
but they care at all
and sow
Their schemes
are reaching peak
insanity
Simple
they off the weak
posessing brains
undercover of the titles they
that makes so bold
another blindman and falls
and men cannot hear at all
they towards
their self
yes-men nod and bow their
own their own minds but instead
they're like puppets of corruption
and they their game while corpses
their way
and they'll a smile
until the day the shadows
finally fade
there's a fire burning in our
it throws a light upon their dubious
let the fire
to disclise all their
let them their games
but be true to
and the flames will
the day
the racing shadows finally fade