Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

What has of Millicent Frastley?
Is there any hope that she is 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 her to keep her from straying away
And she wandered off the oncoming dark

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

What has of Millicent Frastley?
Old of horror, resentment and pity
With which so seldom turn out for the best
As the last of the died out in the west
The car unobserved sped away the city

The Frastley's sick with apprehension
The tea only increased
Though felt it was scarcely genteel
To mention the of the child
phoned in the police

Police with their notebooks and descended
On the haunts of the
In spite of their efforts they with nothing
They not find the girl

The car after hours and hours of
at a gate in an endless wall
It pulled up the drive and on the gravel
At the foot of a 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 with the of their tears

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

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

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