Luyện nghe bài hát Earth mother, The Sun And The Furious Host

He was just a lad of years
Who fit his breeches
A latter day Dick
Who dreamt of fame and
His teachers him to one side
And promised him the
When all he wanted
Was a of wine and mirth.
They "Attend our university
Accept
our mantra of morality
Until throat is sore."
A of knowledge this contrite
not suppress his appetite
"Please sir I some more and more..."
Christianity was as a fallacy
The Devil take your Father, Son and Ghost.
The who have the answers
Are they who pipe the
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
I'll the whole nation
A education
to the school of hard knocks
Where the ones who know the
Are that take their chances
For a small fish cast into an
of unknown terrors
There's nothing to smile at
In his of errors.
Where streets aren't really paved gold
And rags don't to riches
In catalogue of disasters
The models all bitches.
A Christ on every
For a coin he'll save soul
But it's to be enlightened
While queueing for your dole.
When I think of all shallow lies
They fed me in the
There's one I must admit they've taught me...
That is how to
At (it's nothing but a fallacy)
The Devil take your Father, Son and Ghost
The who have the answers
Are they who pipe the
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Host.
This for the teachers
Who to be preachers
Will God you warm
When cold?
You'd put those wracked by
onto your diet of superstition.