Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: every one of your boasts
that what he is new; tho' it is only
the Contents or Index of already
books. A man carried a monkey for a
show, and he was a little wiser than
the monkey, vain, and conceiv'd himself
as much wiser than seven men. It is
with one of you: he shows the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
that all are religious, and himself
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 Angels who are all religious,
and not with Devils who all hate
religion, for he was incapable his
notions. Thus his writings are a
recapitulation of all opinions,
and of the more sublime but no further.')

I done 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
I spread my dark wings.

So ye scream and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

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

In the groove!

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

Angel of the dreams and
Show me the way you flown this night
have you seen,
What 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 very hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...

World adversities
they give you (opportunity to) hope -
The does let you get
Something's a nice tomb.

Are you silly worm really
Do not you know, opportunity knocks twice...
And your cares at your door almost everyday!
So, bread is soon forgotten -
Taken cares 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 will have given to you that

I've the human mansions -
Now misery and sadness there
up your sweet desperation:
Have bread and have your death!
But eaten bread is forgotten -
Almost all these ate the bread,
the gotten
I worked hard...
But I don't seem to have a lot...
And so I shall never stay my work."