Luyện nghe bài hát The Misanthrope

Confined in a cell with dope
Mankind is save from the
His weird made him choke
Killing for air the

He chose their
wrath and hate
He face
The human

is no cure, there is no hope
His mind is obscure the
Slowly falling down the slope
Until he the end the misanthrope

His spiteful
Made him
Complete
He a lot of pain

Now confined
They'll try to cure his
For him it's too
To

His brain shrinked day by day
Soon it all will away...

his hand they lied shocked and terrified
Just to die...

There is no cure, there is no
His mind is obscure the
falling down the mental slope
Until he the end the misanthrope