Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: every one of your boasts
what he writes is new; tho' it is only
the Contents or of already publish'd
books. A man a monkey about for a
show, and he was a little wiser than
the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd
himself as much wiser seven men. It is
with one of you: he shows the folly of
churches, and exposes hypocrities, he
imagines all are religious, and himself
the single one on earth ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain He has not written one
new truth. Now another: he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He conversed Angels who are all religious,
and not with Devils who all hate
religion, for he was incapable his
notions. Thus his writings are a
recapitulation of all opinions,
and analysis of the sublime but no further.')

I done all my quests.
I am more or less.

Last time I had gone -
She had screamed she would

And try to
a deuce... Wench am I!

I shalt bring many
When I spread my wings.

So ye wilt and cry -
I hurt ye and I'll

Raise your for a while
that... Whore am I!

In the groove!

The of you will never got to be happy at all
Because you can weep and complain,
Because you try to your own childhood's days...
got to remind you of coffins
And you again and again
And the chain of won't break anyway...
So, bread is soon forgotten -
cares soon disappear!

Angel of the and nightmares
Show me the way you have flown this
have you seen,
What you heard,
have you done?
"...At the
I was flying above the woods,
I was across the hills
the trees
I've seen the bloody in the midnight skies,
I've shed the vampiric on the fields
Oh, I worked hard...
But I don't seem to have a lot...

needs adversities
Because they you (opportunity to) hope -
The does let you get
like a nice tomb.

Are you silly worm really
Do not you know, opportunity seldom twice...
And your cares knock at your door everyday!
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken cares soon

cry poor mankind, be quiet - I am here.
Soon I'll be feeding you... what I brought
You as the others do need meal. -
I will have given to you that

I've ruined the human -
Now there's and sadness there
up your sweet desperation:
Have bread and have your death!
But eaten bread is forgotten -
all these brats ate the bread,
Devoured the
I worked hard...
But I don't seem to done a lot...
And so I never stay without my work."