Luyện nghe bài hát Without Prejudice

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

Evil is a real concept, boiling in the bellies of the graceful.
Toiling in the fortress in their complex, to our we are faithful.
A number arises and there's a in the eye, obscuring the vision, clouding the mind.
"I am the on who deserves what.
To continue your prosperity, you've pay a little cut.
We'll be and cutthroat and get what we deserve.
We'll remove each tooth from 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 intention, self serving goals.
Bank accounts tell of rape.
The will shift, the Earth will shake.

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

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