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

He was just a lad of fifteen
Who barely fit his
A latter day Whittington
Who dreamt of and riches
His teachers him to one side
And him the earth
all he really wanted
Was a taste of and mirth.
They said "Attend our
Accept
our mantra of morality
Until throat is sore."
A of knowledge this contrite
Could not his appetite
"Please sir I want some and more..."
was apparent as a fallacy
The Devil take your Father, Son and Ghost.
The ones who the answers
Are who pipe the dancers
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Host.
give the whole nation
A sound
Welcome to the school of hard
Where the who know the answers
Are they that take chances
For a small fish cast an ocean
of unknown terrors
There's much to smile at
In his of errors.
Where streets aren't really with gold
And rags turn to riches
In this of disasters
The were all bitches.
A Christ on every
For a he'll save your soul
But it's hard to be
While you're for your dole.
When I think of all those lies
fed me in the past
There's one thing I must they've taught me...
is how to laugh
At (it's nothing but a fallacy)
The Devil take your Father, Son and Ghost
The ones who the answers
Are they who the dancers
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Host.
one's for the teachers
Who to be preachers
Will God keep you
you're cold?
You'd put wracked by malnutrition
Straight onto your of superstition.