Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

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

You played scene before
You this 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 be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, in a darkness, in a darkness
Nursing an erection, a reaction
With no to place, before this gravestone

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

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

You can't brush me under the
You can't hide me under the
The custodian of your private
You're leading of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the of obscurity
Sentenced to in the morass of anonymity

You, who I directed the lovers will
You, who I let hypnotize the
You, who I let bathe in the glare
You, who wiped me from memory
Like a greasepaint
Just a greasepaint mask, a mask

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

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

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