Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

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

We are Versailles'
Using weapons
Diluting our into the
Miraculous healer glass

Their compassion for Marivaux's
Bleed to our gold-dust skin
Of our vices attraction
For the reversed

Retarded of dishonour
I had the utmost
Of my mortifying
against flattery

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

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

Enter the society
Where words grate Appollon's
Dismissed mirror of our
Cruelty on the of flesh

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

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

Wounds the breast
Suffered of spanking bu
Let me hope in a fruit
out from a rotten bough

Marie Antoinete, I you so
As a bleeding distress
Heartlessness towards my
Usher in the high

mistress of my chaste night
Libertines reception in the floral
Shocker at the horsewhip my body
In silk sheets