Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

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

I have all my quests.
I am glad or less.

Last time when I had -
She had screamed she would

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

I shalt bring many
When I my dark wings.

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

Raise laugh for a while
After that... am I!

In the groove!

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

Angel of the and nightmares
Show me the way you have flown night
What you seen,
What you heard,
have you done?
"...At the
I was flying above the woods,
I was going the hills
Through the
I've the bloody moon in the midnight skies,
shed the vampiric mist on the fields
Oh, I worked hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...

World needs
they give 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 knock at your door almost everyday!
So, bread is soon forgotten -
Taken cares soon

Don't cry mankind, be quiet - I am here.
I'll be feeding you... Guess what I brought
You as the others do some meal. -
I will given to you that ideal

ruined the human mansions -
Now there's and sadness there
Lick up your desperation:
Have your bread and your death!
But bread is soon forgotten -
Almost all brats ate the bread,
the gotten
I very hard...
But I don't seem to done a lot...
And so I shall never stay my work."