Luyện nghe bài hát Feast of Friends

Wow, I'm sick of
in the light of certain

bindings.
The servants the power
Dog-men and their mean
Pulling poor over
Our

I'm of dour faces
Staring at me the TV
Tower, I roses in
My garden bower;
babies, rubies
Must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
For the plant plowed.

They are to take us into
The severed
Do you know how and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a hour
Unannounced, for
Like a scaring over-friendly you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
And us wings
we had shoulders
Smooth as

No more money, no more dress
This kingdom seems by far the best
it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose to a vegetable law.

I not go
Prefer a Feast of
To the Family.