Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario

In years of ancient time
Stood a friend of mine
Reflected by the ever-burning
Of a God who by

And in the dawn, there came the
Of some sweet singing in his ear
Your God has and from now on
You'll to learn to hate the things you fear

We to know are we inside the womb?
Of passion plays in thy consumed?
Or just in lush contentment of our

And so the age of man
And they left his in the sand
Their glasses to a God on high
Who smiled upon them the sky

So the stage
Spin down the
Loose the

Spill the rage upon son
Who holds the gun up to your
The play's

And God, the director, a rat
Pulls rabbit from His hat
Sniffs the air and He says ``Well, that's that, I'm