Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of boasts
that what he is new; tho' it is only
the Contents or of already publish'd
books. A man carried a about 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 every one of you: he shows the of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
imagines that all are religious, and
the one on earth that ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain He has not written one
new truth. Now hear he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He conversed with who are all religious,
and conversed not Devils who all hate
religion, for he was thro' 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 glad or less.

Last time I had gone -
She had screamed she come

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

I shalt bring things
I spread my dark wings.

So ye scream and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

your 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 remember your own days...
I've got to you of coffins
And haunt you and again
And the chain of life won't anyway...
So, eaten 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,
What have you
"...At the
I was high above the woods,
I was going across the
Through the
I've seen the bloody moon in the skies,
I've shed the vampiric mist on the
Oh, I very hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...

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

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

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

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