Luyện nghe bài hát A Feast Of Friends

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

bindings.
The servants the power
and their mean women
pulling poor over
our

I'm sick of faces
at me from the TV
Tower, I roses in
my garden bower;
babies, rubies
must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
for the that's plowed.

They are waiting to us into
the severed
Do you know how pale and thrillful
comes on a strange hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
and gives us
we had shoulders
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a Feast of
To the Family.