Luyện nghe bài hát The Stance Of Evander Sinoue

He was a poor man, though he was
Would they listen to this man
Would help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken
And no-one knew him, he was genius
feared him, locked him away
And in silence he pray

He lived alone, though many voices
He peace, in his own little world
So they him, to his end
He forgotten
Dead skin and broken
And knew him
Though he was

Who was he, that man
a loser, to the end