Luyện nghe bài hát The Misanthrope

Confined in a feed with dope
Mankind is save the misanthrope
His weird disease made him
for air the misanthrope

He chose their
wrath and hate
He face
The human

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 caused a lot of

Now confined
try to cure his mind
For him too late
To

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

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

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