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 crossed-
The bridges frail,
The people, pretended.

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

sickening than a social circle that believes itself charmed.
Are the droves of blow 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 to gleaming teeth,
The on saccharin.
We who last,
Proudly in darkness,
Lit within

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

And so the scorned...

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

We cast no
The stars do not here.
No light to be found.
Only rays of cold, 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 last;
in our darkness,
Lit within.

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