Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel 'Thus every one of your boasts
that what he writes is new; tho' it is
the Contents or of already publish'd
books. A man carried a about for a
show, and because he was a little than
the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd
himself as much than seven men. It is
with one of you: he shows the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
imagines all are religious, and himself
the single one on that ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain 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 more or less.

Last when I had gone -
She had screamed she come

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

I bring many things
When I spread my wings.

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

Raise laugh for a while
that... Whore 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 and again
And the chain of life won't anyway...
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken soon disappear!

of the dreams and nightmares
Show me the way you have this night
have you seen,
What you heard,
have you done?
"...At the
I was high above the woods,
I was across the hills
the trees
I've seen the 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 give you (opportunity to) hope -
The hope let you get
like a nice tomb.

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

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

I've the human mansions -
Now there's and sadness there
Lick up sweet desperation:
Have bread and have your death!
But eaten bread is soon -
Almost all these ate the bread,
Devoured the
I worked hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...
And so I shall stay without my work."