Luyện nghe bài hát We Who Finish Last

We no shadow;
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 enabling to thrive.
Dam the rise of and rats.

More sickening than a social circle believes itself charmed.
Are the writhing of blow hards and yes men
Clamoring to in.
sovereign 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 hands grabbing for rings,
Painting their gold.
Keen sycophants fitly
Furthering the feuds of adored.
They have picked enemies impeccably.
keen indeed.

And so the scorned...

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

We no shadow;
The do not shine here.
No genuine to be found.
Only rays of cold, synthetic on a mock aristocracy,
So the and insecure 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 concerned for the needs of heartless men.