Luyện nghe bài hát A Feast Of Friends

Wow, I'm sick of
in the light of certain

bindings.
The servants have the
dog-men and their women
pulling blankets over
our

I'm of dour faces
Staring at me the TV
Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;
babies, rubies
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed.

They are to take us into
the garden
Do you how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
and gives us
where we had
as raven's

No more money, no fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the
until it's other jaw reveals
and loose to a vegetable law.

I not go
Prefer a of Friends
To the Family.