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 Whittington
Who of fame and riches
His teachers took him to one
And promised him the
When all he really
Was a of wine and mirth.
They said "Attend our
responsibility
Chant our of morality
Until your is sore."
A feast of knowledge contrite
Could not suppress his
"Please sir I want more and more..."
was apparent as a fallacy
The Devil your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
The who have the answers
Are they who the dancers
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
I'll the whole nation
A education
Welcome to the school of hard
Where the who know the answers
Are that take their chances
For a small fish cast into an
Full of unknown
There's nothing to smile at
In his of errors.
Where aren't really paved with gold
And don't turn to riches
In this of disasters
The were all bitches.
A on every corner
For a coin he'll save your
But it's hard to be
While queueing for your dole.
When I think of all those lies
fed me in the past
There's one thing I must admit they've me...
is how to laugh
At (it's nothing but a fallacy)
The take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost
The ones who the answers
Are they who the dancers
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
This for the teachers
Who want to be
God keep you warm
When you're
You'd put those wracked by
Straight your diet of superstition.