Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

Birthright named
That God has the power to judge
Versailles'
Antiquary to

We are parasites
blunted weapons
Diluting our into the
Miraculous healer Champagne

compassion for Marivaux's habits
Bleed to white our skin
Of our vices attraction
For the side

Retarded child of
I had the difficulty
Of my mortifying
against flattery

Human life passes far from purpose
Under the of a fickle eaglet,
Inaccessible to

me
Been in favour to the
to mediocrity
Paying my court to my loved

Enter the high
words grate Appollon's smiles
Dismissed of our obsession
Cruelty on the of flesh

Even with the the on the block,
I will kiss
My the executioner, offence to mediocrity

Draw my one by one
out the carapace lair
Re-echoing point)lace underwear
Of a wild baroness

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

Antoinete, I miss you so
As a distress flow
Heartlessness towards my
Usher in the high

Divine of my chaste night
Libertines in the floral park
at the sight horsewhip my body
In silk damp