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 of fame and riches
His teachers took him to one
And promised him the
When all he wanted
Was a of wine and mirth.
They "Attend our university
Accept
our mantra of morality
Until your is sore."
A feast of knowledge contrite
Could not his appetite
"Please sir I want some and more..."
Christianity was apparent as a
The Devil take Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
The ones who have the
Are they who pipe the
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
I'll give the nation
A sound
Welcome to the of hard knocks
Where the who know the answers
Are they that take their
For a small fish cast an ocean
Full of unknown
There's much to smile at
In his of errors.
Where streets aren't really with gold
And rags don't turn to
In catalogue of disasters
The were all bitches.
A Christ on corner
For a he'll save your soul
But it's to be enlightened
While queueing for your dole.
I think of all those 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 take your Father, Son and Holy
The ones who have the
Are who pipe the dancers
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
This one's for the
Who to be preachers
Will God you warm
When you're
put those wracked by malnutrition
Straight onto diet of superstition.