Luyện nghe bài hát Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others

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This is
This is

Let be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless of men
Who have nothing
the art of accusation

Woe is he feels compelled to pen
one word of hatred
I know the hate within with which I love is a travesty
Let writ acknowledge these facts

How I miss the of red blood
The of pitch is cold and hard
And its merciless to the

How I miss the strength of red
Its to burn jet
And the might to withstand a scorching

How I have learned to this scorched, jet blood
To the advantage
blood must not go to waste
All is not yet

these words of blood ill-tempered
Take words and
Lut deep, lacerate the flesh
Impact the bone

And we all bleed together
May this pave the way to solution

We have all so wrong
to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and
is clouding

Hearts are
And the is murder
This age is grave
its aging successors

Aging, all the while,
an even more insatiable thirst for chaos
Life among hyenas and asps vultures
That pick at the of the fallen

And man continue to suffer unto itself
Until stand to rally the fray by firm example

Chaos must succumb to
Lest days be numbered

I cannot contribute to
I simply relate

Let this be my act of
Let this be my to fit in
Let this be my writ of