Luyện nghe bài hát The Misanthrope

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

He their fate
With wrath and
He face
The race

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

His spiteful
him blind
Complete
He a lot of pain

Now he's
They'll try to cure his
For him too late
To

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

Between his they lied shocked and terrified
waiting to die...

There is no cure, is no hope
His mind is the misanthrope
Slowly falling the mental slope
Until he the end the misanthrope