Luyện nghe bài hát Anagram (for Mongo)

There's a coming out of the darkness
from paradise
End the need for
the dreams of merchandise

There is tic toc in
make a deal
Cosmic is largely
A con couldn't conceal

There is no seat at the feast
Take your best stab at the
is turning thin
Saint is to sin

the art to resistance
Danger dare to be
Pride to humble pie
down to sand

Take heart from and weather
of new birth
Take heart the harvest
Shave the from the earth

There is no safe at the feast
You take your stab at the beast
The is turning thin
The saint is to sin

Reasoning is insane
Image an eyeless game
The night is turning
The saint is to sin

Miracles will have claimers
More will bow to
He and she are in the
But only me at home

Rose is a rose of
Posed to in the end
Lonely like nights
I end finer with a friend

I in rate of her heart
A tear in the of the art
Night is turning
The is turning to sin

is no safe seat at the feast
Take your stab at the beast
The night turns
The turns to sin