Luyện nghe bài hát We Who Finish Last

We no shadow;
The do not shine here.
Be to light your own path.
And what you have crossed-
The bridges frail,
The people, pretended.

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Storm forth with the of the inflamed.
and ignite the sky.
Brightly to
Rip off the veneers opportunists to thrive.
Dam the rise of and rats.

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

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

Glad grabbing for brass rings,
Painting their gold.
sycophants fitly scheming-
Furthering the feuds of adored.
They have picked their impeccably.
Very indeed.

And so the scorned...

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

We no shadow;
The do not shine here.
No genuine to be found.
Only of cold, synthetic beams on a mock aristocracy,
So the vain and can feel revered and cared for
For a cheap, moment.
noble.

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

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