Luyện nghe bài hát A Feast Of Friends

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

bindings.
The servants the power
dog-men and their mean
pulling blankets over
our

I'm of dour faces
at me from the TV
Tower, I want in
my bower; dig?
Royal babies,
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the plant plowed.

They are to take us into
the severed
Do you how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange
unannounced, for
a scaring over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
and us wings
we had shoulders
smooth as

No more money, no more fancy
This other kingdom seems by far the
until other jaw reveals incest
and obedience to a vegetable law.

I not go
Prefer a Feast of
To the Family.