Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

What has of Millicent Frastley?
Is any hope 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 playing at the edge of the park
There was no one with her to 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 filled cinnamon balls
And the youngster in

What has become of Frastley?
Old of horror, resentment and pity
With things which so turn out for the best
As the of the light died out in the west
The car unobserved sped from the city

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

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

The car after hours and 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 hall

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

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

They stung her and stripped off her and lastly
They sucked inside a 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