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

He was just a lad of fifteen
Who barely fit his
A day Dick Whittington
Who dreamt of and riches
His teachers took him to one
And promised him the
When all he really
Was a of wine and mirth.
They "Attend our university
responsibility
Chant our of morality
your throat is sore."
A of knowledge this contrite
Could not suppress his
"Please sir I want more and more..."
Christianity was apparent as a
The Devil take your Father, Son and Ghost.
The ones who have the
Are who pipe the dancers
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
I'll the whole nation
A sound
Welcome to the school of hard
Where the ones who know the
Are that take their chances
For a small fish into an ocean
of unknown terrors
There's much to smile at
In his of errors.
Where streets aren't really paved with
And rags turn to riches
In this catalogue of
The were all bitches.
A Christ on every
For a coin he'll save soul
But it's to be enlightened
While you're for your dole.
When I think of all shallow lies
They fed me in the
one thing I must admit they've taught me...
That is how to
At Christianity (it's but a fallacy)
The Devil your Father, Son and Holy Ghost
The ones who the answers
Are who pipe the dancers
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
This one's for the
Who want to be
God keep you warm
When you're
You'd put wracked by malnutrition
onto your diet of superstition.