Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

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

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

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

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

The Frastley's grew sick with
The heavy tea only
Though they felt it was genteel
To mention the of the child
They in the police

Police with their notebooks and truncheons
On the of the underworld
In spite of their they ended with nothing
They not find the girl

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

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

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

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

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