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

He was just a lad of fifteen
Who fit his breeches
A latter day Whittington
Who dreamt of fame and
His teachers took him to one
And promised him the
all he really wanted
Was a taste of and mirth.
said "Attend our university
Accept
Chant our of morality
Until throat is sore."
A feast of this contrite
not suppress his appetite
"Please sir I want more and more..."
was apparent as a fallacy
The take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
The ones who the answers
Are they who the dancers
Earth Mother, the Sun and the Host.
I'll the whole nation
A education
Welcome to the school of knocks
Where the who know the answers
Are they that take chances
For a small fish cast an ocean
Full of terrors
There's nothing much to at
In his of errors.
Where streets aren't really with gold
And rags turn to riches
In this of disasters
The models all bitches.
A Christ on every
For a coin he'll your soul
But hard to be enlightened
While you're for your dole.
When I think of all those shallow
They fed me in the
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 Holy
The ones who the answers
Are they who pipe the
Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
This one's for the
Who want to be
Will God you warm
When cold?
put those wracked by malnutrition
Straight your diet of superstition.