Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When dim in reverence, to prescient passion
Forewarned my audience leaves the
Floating ahead, perfumed shift, within the stammering
The face that launched a thousand
by a porcelain tear, a stained career

You played scene before
You played scene before
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A misplaced reaction,

The unleashes imagination
In pornographic images, in which you will always be the
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
Nursing an erection, a reaction
With no flower to place, this gravestone

And the become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat

I've played this scene
I've played this before
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A reaction, satisfaction

You can't me under the carpet
You can't me under the stairs
The custodian of private fears
You're leading actor of
Who as you out of the alleys of obscurity
to rejection in the morass of anonymity

You, who I directed with the will
You, who I let the lens
You, who I let in the spotlights glare
You, who wiped me from memory
Like a greasepaint
Just like a greasepaint mask, a

But now, I'm the snake in the
The ghost of reels past
I'm the of your nightmare
And the performance has just
It's just begun, begun, it's just

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like puppets
As you paralyzed with rabbits eyes
Searing the shadows, flooding the
To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's
Retrieve the soliloquy, the obituary
My cue in the last act
And you wait in silent solitude, waiting for the

Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
for the prompt
Waiting for the
You've played this before