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

He was a lad of fifteen 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 taste of and mirth.
They "Attend our university
Accept
our mantra of morality
Until your is sore."
A feast of knowledge contrite
Could not suppress his
"Please sir I some more and more..."
was apparent as a fallacy
The take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
The who have the answers
Are they who pipe the
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
I'll give the nation
A education
Welcome to the school of knocks
the ones who know the answers
Are they that take their
For a small fish cast into an
Full of unknown
nothing much to smile at
In his of errors.
streets aren't really paved with gold
And don't turn to riches
In this catalogue of
The models all bitches.
A on every corner
For a coin save your soul
But it's to be enlightened
While you're queueing for dole.
When I of all those shallow lies
They fed me in the
There's one thing I must admit taught me...
That is how to
At Christianity (it's but a fallacy)
The Devil take your Father, Son and Ghost
The ones who the answers
Are they who the dancers
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
This one's for the
Who to be preachers
Will God you warm
you're cold?
You'd put wracked by malnutrition
Straight onto diet of superstition.