Luyện nghe bài hát Without Prejudice

Wealth is a sick game.
Those who it and those who hunger for it.
To the victor go the spoils of fame—those who seek it, and those who it.

Evil is a very concept, boiling in the bellies of the graceful.
Toiling in the in their complex, to our employers we are faithful.
A number arises and a spark in the eye, obscuring the vision, clouding the mind.
"I am the on who deserves what.
To your prosperity, you've gotta pay a little cut.
We'll be and cutthroat and get what we deserve.
We'll remove tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve." When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break.
When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake. Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, serving goals.
Bank accounts that of rape.
The plates shift, the Earth will shake.

is a very real concept, dancing in the diner to your upset.
Sharing drinks and laughing their teeth.
Their success is our defeat.
So drape in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights, and jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights.

in the adoration you acquire. Dive into the altruism you inspire.
Then sit back and pour a drink, relax cause no one sees the other half. The same qualities you despise are the qualities you personify.
Dig deep and your buried heart. I know it's in there somewhere.
Acquisition isn't all there is, and no too broken they can't be repaired. Revisions of histories et al. abound.
It me now. It flatters me now...
"Hey spin that back, it's my favourite. It flatters me now."