Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

What has become of Millicent
Is there any hope she is still alive?
Why haven't found her?
It's rather to think the little child was not yet five

has become of Millicent Frastley?
Last seen alone playing at the of the park
was no one with her to keep her from straying away
And she off into the oncoming dark

A silent and glittering motor drew up
To where she sat grass
And an arm with two then held out
A tin with cinnamon balls
And beckoned the in

has become of Millicent Frastley?
Old feelings of horror, and pity
With things which so seldom out for the best
As the of the light died out in the west
The car unobserved sped away from the

The Frastley's grew sick with
The tea only increased
Though they it was scarcely genteel
To the loss of the child
phoned in the police

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

The car hours and hours of travel
Arrived at a gate in an wall
It pulled up the and stopped on the gravel
At the foot of a vast and crumbling

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

The was removed to a ballroom
Whose hangings and were streaked with a luminous slime
They lept through the air with their buzzings and
To work up to their ritual crime

They her and stripped off her garments and lastly
They inside a kind of a pod
And it was that little Millicent Frastley
Was sacrificed to the God

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