Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: every one of your boasts
what he writes is new; tho' it is only
the or Index of already publish'd
books. A man carried a monkey for a
show, and because he was a wiser than
the monkey, grew vain, and himself
himself as much wiser than men. It is
with every one of you: he the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
that all are religious, and himself
the single one on earth that ever a net.
Now hear a fact: He has not written one
new truth. Now another: he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He conversed with who are all religious,
and conversed not with Devils who all
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
When I my dark wings.

So ye wilt and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

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

In the groove!

The most of you will 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 won't anyway...
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken cares disappear!

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

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

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

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

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