Luyện nghe bài hát The Stance Of Evander Sinque

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

He lived alone, many voices spoke
He peace, in his own little world
So they him, to his end
He forgotten
skin and broken neck
And no-one him
he was genius

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