Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

What has become of Millicent
Is there any hope 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
was no one with her to keep her from straying away
And she wandered off the oncoming dark

A silent and glittering black motor up
To where she sat nibbling
And an arm with two 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 turn out for the best
As the last of the light out in the west
The car unobserved sped from the city

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

Police with their notebooks and descended
On the of the underworld
In spite of their efforts ended with nothing
could not find the girl

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

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

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

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

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