Luyện nghe bài hát The Lights at Nero's Party

How vaguely we eschew complicity You,
it's run-arounds, excuses
and words we bind to
to sullenly let swing
the best of things,
like, do we about the poor?
Oh yes, but we the king.

And we're for the slaughter.
A man gives up his
and the that keep us safe aren't saving anyone.
You say
to everything?

And we're left for more
and then we're on the tor
that flanks an affair.
We've hardly sacrificed
so in manic heavenward
let the confession our lungs
that as our torch the air
to the and the drums,
amid drunken acclaim,
we have the to scream Your name.
and hesitance or shame
affirm our place the burning.
And our break, confirming
our to remain
without an for our yearning.

Our inability, our inability.

"Oh God, our spirits
into holy presence"