Luyện nghe bài hát The Heckler

Through the it slithers in,
by its peers.
Always for attention,
no one really gives.
In its mind it's of wit
And the social king.
It plants among the rest,
Who give it state.

It's just a of opinion

now there's a man of taste.
Of and precision.
To and strive his years are fogged
Has his life's compensation.
The stage is set. The perfect
Is put the mass.
Only to be
by slimy, pompous snake.

It's just a of opinion.