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 mean women
Pulling blankets over
Our

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

They are to take us into
The garden
Do you know how and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange
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 more fancy
This kingdom seems by far the best
it's other jaw reveals incest
And obedience to a vegetable law.

I not go
Prefer a of Friends
To the Family.