Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

What has of Millicent Frastley?
Is there any hope that she is still
Why they found her?
It's rather ghastly to think the child was not yet five

What has of Millicent Frastley?
Last seen alone at the edge of the park
There was no one her to keep her from straying away
And she wandered off the oncoming dark

A silent and glittering black drew up
To where she sat grass
And an arm two elbows then held out
A tin filled with balls
And the youngster in

What has become of Millicent
Old feelings of horror, and pity
With things which so seldom turn out for the
As the last of the light died out in the
The car unobserved sped away the city

The Frastley's grew sick apprehension
The tea only increased
Though felt it was scarcely genteel
To the loss of the child
They phoned in the

Police their notebooks and truncheons descended
On the of the underworld
In of their efforts they ended with nothing
They could not the girl

The car after hours and hours of
at a gate in an endless wall
It pulled up the drive and stopped on the
At the of a vast and crumbling hall

As night were away, and hope started to
It soon was replaced by all manner of
The family twisted fingers in anguish
And got them all damp the flow of their tears

The child was to a ballroom
Whose hangings and mirrors were with a luminous slime
lept through the air with their buzzings and twangings
To work up to their ritual crime

They stung her and stripped off her garments and
They inside a kind of a pod
And then it was little Millicent Frastley
Was to the insect God

And then it was that Millicent Frastley
Was to the insect God