Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When dim in reverence, to prescient passion
Forewarned my leaves the stage
ahead, perfumed shift, within the stammering silence
The face that launched a thousand
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a 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 imagination
In pornographic images, in which you always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
With no flower to place, before gravestone

And the walls become newspaper thin
But that would only be developing the view
And you have to be in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the walk, and the cat walks

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

You brush me under the carpet
You can't me under the stairs
The custodian of your fears
You're actor of yesteryear
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 your memory
a greasepaint mask
Just a greasepaint mask, a mask

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

Your of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter with rabbits eyes
Searing the shadows, the wings
To pluck salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the
My cue line in the act
And you in silent solitude, waiting for the prompt

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