Luyện nghe bài hát The Disillusionist

In autumn he comes to this
When the peoples is down
On a day like
Overcast and

Bells all ringing
The stopped their singing
The wind caught in the
to be free

He alights from the
In his uniform
His skin like he slept in it
Or had rotten kept in it

And stir in the thistles
Back of cats bristles
'Round vicious lips the fur is
The disillusionist is back

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

around the backstage door
But he knows what waitin' for
You rub yourself against his
ready to bear the blame

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

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

Down the corridor
you feel sorry for
But when he the gaze on you
You're amazed at you'll let him do

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

He can turn wine water
Mother daughter
Juggles busy
Gets off headlines

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

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

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

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 winter he cracks, in summer he

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

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

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

And the audience seems
Some of in particular
Bet you they are his
When he the game of chance

He reads the minds of jilted
And the story really
Cast a fortune for the man in the
Who's is very acute

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