Luyện nghe bài hát Feast of Friends

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

bindings.
The servants the power
Dog-men and their women
Pulling poor blankets
Our

I'm sick of dour
at me from the TV
Tower, I want in
My garden bower;
babies, rubies
Must now replace
in the mud
These mutants,
For the that's plowed.

They are waiting to us into
The garden
Do you know how pale and wanton
Comes death on a strange
Unannounced, for
Like a over-friendly guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
And us wings
Where we had
Smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a of Friends
To the Family.