Luyện nghe bài hát The Disillusionist

In autumn he comes to town
When the guard is down
On a day like
and gray

Bells were all
The birds stopped singing
The wind caught in the
Screamin' to be

He alights from the
In his uniform
His looks like he slept in it
Or had somethin' rotten in it

And stir in the thistles
Back of neck bristles
'Round lips the fur is stained
The is back again

They say that he's famous from the waist
But the top of his body is a corpse
His gold won't buy him
His poverty so deep
In he cracks, in summer he warps

Hang around the door
But he knows you're waitin' for
You rub yourself against his
Already to bear the blame

He asks you, "Did you my show?"
As if he wants to know
Then doesn't for your reply
He just you back inside

You've started dizzy
It you or is he?
Persuade you
Undresses you

Down the corridor
People you feel for
But when he the gaze on you
amazed at what you'll let him do

They say that he's famous from the down
But the top half of his body is a
His won't buy him sleep
His poverty runs so
In winter he cracks, in summer he

He can wine into water
against daughter
Juggles busy
Gets himself off

Surrounded by his
Who never opinions
little tricks for you
it in a fix for you

Smashes your with a hammer
Caresses you with
And the magic words
That nobody's ever

Now the slur is
all pervadin'
It only you want him more
It only makes you fawn him

They say that he's famous the waist down
But the top half of his is a corpse
His won't buy him sleep
His poverty runs so
In winter he cracks, in he warps

And he does the Indian trick
The one makes you seasick
And he keeps on filling up cup
But you keep on up

And some of done with mirrors
And some of done with scissors
And of it's done with cables
And his under the table

It doesn't matter you to believe
It matter if you have to leave
You escape his orbit
And the things that you forfeit

And the seems familiar
Some of in particular
Bet you they are his
he plays the game of chance

He reads the minds of girls
And the story unfurls
Cast a fortune for the man in the
suffering is very acute

There's a in his hat
But I thought I a rat