Luyện nghe bài hát We Who Finish Last

We cast no
The stars do not here.
Be content to your own path.
And burn what you have
The were frail,
The people, pretended.

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forth with the light of the inflamed.
Reclaim and the sky.
to blind
Rip off the veneers opportunists to thrive.
Dam the of grime and rats.

More sickening than a social circle that itself charmed.
Are the writhing droves of hards and yes men
to slither in.
Stay on the outside.

We are who last, the unaffected,
Contrasting the and white.
We are who finish last-sound,
The iron to teeth,
The on saccharin.
We who last,
in their darkness,
Lit from

Glad grabbing for brass rings,
their brinks gold.
Keen sycophants fitly
the feuds of their adored.
They picked their enemies impeccably.
Very indeed.

And so the scorned...

We are naught but beds of thorns and horses,
Unwelcome guests who will just not mind place-
A single musket to pierce and lodge inside
and lead the to crack.

We cast no
The stars do not here.
No light to be found.
rays of cold, synthetic beams on a mock aristocracy,
So the vain and can feel revered and cared for
For a cheap, moment.
noble.

Storm with the light.
We who finish
in our darkness,
Lit within.

in the chest,
To be concerned for the needs of such men.