Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

Birthright osurtiers
That God has the power to judge
Versailles'
to mediocrity

We are Versailles'
Using blunted
Diluting our poison the
Miraculous healer glass

Their compassion for Marivaux's
Bleed to white our gold-dust
Of our drunkard attraction
For the side

child of dishonour
I had the utmost
Of my mortifying
Expose flattery

Human life passes far humilation purpose
Under the of a fickle eaglet,
to pity

me
Been in favour to the
Antiquary to
Paying my court to my queen

the high society
Where words Appollon's smiles
Dismissed of our obsession
on the surface of flesh

Even with the the on the block,
I will languishly
My brother the executioner, to mediocrity

Draw my one by one
Tear out the lair
Re-echoing under point)lace
Of a baroque baroness

Wounds the breast
of spanking bu mondaine
Let me in a ripe fruit
Blossom out from a bough

Antoinete, I miss you so
As a bleeding flow
towards my love
Usher in the world

Divine mistress of my chaste
reception in the floral park
Shocker at the sight my body
In damp sheets