Luyện nghe bài hát Without Prejudice

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

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

Evil is a real concept, dancing in the diner to your upset.
Sharing drinks and through 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.

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