Luyện nghe bài hát Feast of Friends

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

bindings.
The servants have the
and their mean women
Pulling poor over
Our

I'm sick of faces
at me from the TV
Tower, I roses in
My bower; dig?
babies, rubies
Must now aborted
in the mud
These mutants,
For the plant plowed.

They are waiting to take us
The severed
Do you know how and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange
Unannounced, for
Like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
And us wings
Where we had
as raven's

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

I not go
Prefer a Feast of
To the Family.