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 mean women
Pulling blankets over
Our

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

are waiting to take us into
The garden
Do you know how pale and thrillful
Comes on a strange hour
Unannounced, for
Like a scaring guest you've
to bed
Death angels of us all
And gives us
Where we had
Smooth as

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

I not go
Prefer a Feast of
To the Family.