Luyện nghe bài hát The Disillusionist

In autumn he comes to this
the peoples guard is down
On a day today
Overcast and

Bells all ringing
The birds stopped singing
The caught in the trees
to be free

He alights the platform
In his usual
His skin looks like he in it
Or had somethin' kept in it

And snakes in the thistles
Back of neck bristles
'Round vicious the fur is stained
The disillusionist is again

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

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

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

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

Down the swaying
People you sorry 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 is a corpse
His gold buy him sleep
His poverty so deep
In he cracks, in summer he warps

He can turn wine into
Mother daughter
busy deadlines
Gets himself off

by his minions
Who have opinions
little tricks for you
it in a fix for you

Smashes your watch with a
Caresses you with
And says the magic
That nobody's ever

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

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

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

And some of it's with mirrors
And some of it's done with
And some of it's done with
And his hands the table

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

And the seems familiar
of them in particular
Bet you are his plants
When he the game of chance

He reads the of jilted girls
And the story unfurls
Cast a for the man in the suit
Who's suffering is acute

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