Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of boasts
that he writes is new; tho' it is only
the Contents or Index of publish'd
books. A man carried a about for a
show, and because he was a wiser 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 that all are religious, and
the single one on earth 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 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
of all superficial opinions,
and of the more sublime but no further.')

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

time when I had gone -
She had screamed she would

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

I shalt bring many
When I spread my wings.

So ye wilt and cry -
I shalt ye and I'll

Raise your laugh for a
that... Whore am I!

In the groove!

The most of you never got to be happy 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 bread is forgotten -
Taken soon disappear!

Angel of the and nightmares
Show me the way you have this night
have you seen,
What you heard,
What you done?
"...At the
I was flying above the woods,
I was across the hills
Through the
I've seen the bloody in the midnight skies,
shed the vampiric mist on the fields
Oh, I very hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...

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

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

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