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 it, and those who abhor it.

Evil is a very real concept, 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 in the eye, obscuring the vision, clouding the mind.
"I am the authority on who what.
To continue your prosperity, you've gotta pay a cut.
We'll be and cutthroat and get what we deserve.
We'll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve." When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles and break.
When that fist strikes the ground, the will shift, the Earth will shake. Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, self serving goals.
accounts that tell of rape.
The will shift, the Earth will shake.

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

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