Luyện nghe bài hát Anagram (for Mongo)

There's a coming out of the darkness
Parade paradise
End the for Eden
Chase the dreams of

is tic toc in atomic
Leaders a deal
Cosmic is largely
A con they couldn't

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

Raise the art to
dare to be grand
Pride reduced to pie
down to sand

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

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

Reasoning is partly
Image just an game
The night is turning
The is turning to sin

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

is a rose of splendor
Posed to in the end
things like nights
I find end with a friend

I hear in of her heart
A in the heat of the art
is turning thin
The saint is to sin

is no safe seat at the feast
Take your best at the beast
The turns thin
The turns to sin