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

He was just a lad of years
Who fit his breeches
A day Dick Whittington
Who of fame and riches
His teachers took him to one
And him the earth
all he really wanted
Was a of wine and mirth.
They "Attend our university
Accept
our mantra of morality
Until throat is sore."
A feast of this contrite
not suppress his appetite
"Please sir I some more and more..."
Christianity was as a fallacy
The Devil take Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
The ones who the answers
Are they who pipe the
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
I'll the whole nation
A education
Welcome to the school of knocks
the ones who know the answers
Are that take their chances
For a small fish cast into an
Full of unknown
There's much to smile at
In his of errors.
streets aren't really paved with gold
And rags turn to riches
In this of disasters
The models all bitches.
A on every corner
For a he'll save your soul
But hard to be enlightened
While queueing for your dole.
I think of all those shallow lies
They fed me in the
There's one 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 Ghost
The ones who have the
Are they who the dancers
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Host.
This for the teachers
Who want to be
Will God you warm
When cold?
put those wracked by malnutrition
Straight onto diet of superstition.