Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

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

The darkroom unleashes
In pornographic images, in which you always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
no flower to place, before this gravestone

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

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

You can't brush me under the
You hide me under the stairs
The of your private fears
leading actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of

You, who I directed with the lovers
You, who I let hypnotize the
You, who I let in the spotlights glare
You, who wiped me from your
Like a mask
Just a greasepaint mask, a mask

But now, I'm the in the grass
The ghost of film past
I'm the producer of your
And the performance has begun
It's just begun, begun, it's begun

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

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