Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

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

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

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

What has become of Frastley?
Old feelings of horror, and pity
With things so seldom turn out for the best
As the last of the died out in the west
The car sped away from the city

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

Police with their notebooks and truncheons
On the haunts of the
In spite of their efforts ended with nothing
They could not the girl

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

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

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

They her and stripped off her garments and lastly
They sucked a kind of a pod
And then it was that little Frastley
Was to the insect God

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