Luyện nghe bài hát The Hive

See her whitely
As though she was a virgin
With her tiny
Precisely on the
She thinks her thoughts
About the whitely things she
And the alter silently
Waiting for the virgin to
You can almost hear the buzzing of the

They played the whitely
As though it was music
In the parking-lot they're lettering a
The preacher says the things
And then the rusty alto
And now all get roaring drunk
theyre essentially alive
While the procession leads her to the hive

God blessed our cubicle
Keep it and sanitized
and pasteurized
Theres no like numb

a formal female
Disappearing through the
She has dreamed of this she was only nine
Shes never really it
And now by God got it
And the alter crouches
for the virgin to arrive
You can hear her screaming
In the hive.