Luyện nghe bài hát The Lights at Nero's Party

How vaguely we eschew with You,
it's run-arounds, excuses
and we bind to nooses
to sullenly let swing
the of arbitrary things,
like, do we care about the
Oh yes, but we the king.

And starving for the slaughter.
A man up his daughter
and the walls that keep us safe saving anyone.
You say
to risk

And we're left dieting for
and we're burning on the tor
flanks an emperor's affair.
We've hardly sacrificed
so in manic stare
let the confession from our
that as our bodies the air
to the and the drums,
amid wild acclaim,
we have the urge to scream name.
and without hesitance or
affirm our among the burning.
And our break, confirming
our to remain
an object for our yearning.

Our inability, our inability.

"Oh God, our spirits
into holy presence"