Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus one of your boasts
that he writes is new; tho' it is only
the Contents or of already publish'd
books. A man carried a 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
every one of you: he shows the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
that all are religious, and himself
the single one on that ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain fact: He has not one
new truth. Now another: he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He with Angels who are all religious,
and not with Devils who all hate
religion, for he was thro' 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 when I had gone -
She had screamed she come

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

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

of the dreams and nightmares
Show me the way you have flown night
have 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,
I've shed the vampiric mist on the
Oh, I very hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...

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

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

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

I've the human mansions -
Now there's misery and sadness
up your sweet desperation:
Have your bread and have death!
But bread is soon forgotten -
Almost all brats ate the bread,
Devoured the
I very hard...
But I don't seem to done a lot...
And so I shall stay without my work."