Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: every one of your boasts
that what he is new; tho' it is only
the Contents or Index of already
books. A man a monkey about for a
show, and because he was a little wiser
the monkey, vain, and conceiv'd himself
himself as wiser than seven men. It is
with one of you: he shows the folly of
churches, and exposes hypocrities, he
imagines that all are religious, and
the single one on that ever broke a net.
Now hear a fact: He has not written one
new truth. Now hear he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He with Angels who are all religious,
and conversed not with Devils who all
religion, for he was incapable his
conceited notions. his writings are a
of all superficial opinions,
and of the more 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 things
When I spread my wings.

So ye scream and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

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

In the groove!

The most of you never got to be happy at all
you can only weep and complain,
Because you try to remember your own days...
I've got to you of coffins
And haunt you again and
And the chain of life break anyway...
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken cares disappear!

Angel of the dreams and
me the way you have flown this night
What you seen,
What you heard,
What you done?
"...At the
I was flying high the woods,
I was across the hills
the trees
I've the bloody moon in the midnight skies,
I've shed the vampiric mist on the
Oh, I worked hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...

World needs
Because they you (opportunity to) hope -
The does let you get
Something's like a tomb.

Are you worm really surprised?
Do not you know, opportunity seldom twice...
And your knock at your door almost everyday!
So, eaten bread is forgotten -
Taken soon disappear

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

I've the human mansions -
Now there's misery and sadness
Lick up sweet desperation:
Have your bread and have death!
But eaten bread is soon -
Almost all brats ate the bread,
the gotten
I very hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...
And so I never stay without my work."