Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Of Serpents

Oh do not wish for a
'Lest the gods you with it all
The things you're for you'll never find
In life
For all the vague
Oracles drunk with a sulphur
Still sought the three-faced
holes
On nights
For is more
or never more
Never or
Seek not the glories of the
The fleeting beauty of things soon
The flowers of the meadow spiders suck
as disease
Don't look for coins in the
Don't turn the roadside
And don't you too long on a crossroads
On moonless
This for good of Argos
This for their gold and
Opium, honey and
Up on the navel of the
Beneath the of Serpents
The of life
Burn our sibylline
In the fires of a Roman
do we go
Mother of
I don't want to
The night and proclaimed
And threefold of hundred names
Who or who revenges injured love
On moonless
Oh don't eat the yellow
And don't you never give all thy
believe the voices of the dead
On moonless
This for a from the ground
This for what's mine
- Never ever look
Our of the Serpents