Luyện nghe bài hát Feast of Friends

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

bindings.
The have the power
Dog-men and their mean
Pulling blankets over
Our

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

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

No more money, no more fancy
other kingdom seems by far the best
Until other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a law.

I not go
Prefer a of Friends
To the Family.