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 blankets over
our

I'm of dour faces
Staring at me the TV
Tower, I want in
my garden dig?
babies, rubies
must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
for the that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us
the severed
Do you know how pale and wanton
comes on a strange hour
unannounced, for
like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed
Death makes of us all
and gives us
where we had
smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a of Friends
To the Family.