Luyện nghe bài hát Feast of Friends

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

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

I'm sick of faces
Staring at me the TV
Tower, I roses in
My garden dig?
babies, rubies
Must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
For the that's plowed.

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

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

I not go
a Feast of Friends
To the Family.