Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus one of your boasts
that he writes is new; tho' it is only
the or Index of already publish'd
books. A man a monkey about for a
show, and he was a little wiser than
the monkey, vain, and conceiv'd himself
himself as much wiser seven men. It is
with every one of you: he shows the 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 fact: He has not one
new truth. Now hear 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 thro' his
conceited notions. Thus his are a
recapitulation of all opinions,
and analysis of the more but no further.')

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

Last when I had gone -
She had screamed she would

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

I bring many things
When I spread my wings.

So ye wilt and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

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

In the groove!

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

Angel of the dreams and
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
Through the
I've seen the bloody moon in the skies,
shed the vampiric mist on the fields
Oh, I worked hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...

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

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

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

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