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?
It's rather ghastly to think the little was not yet five

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

A and glittering black motor drew up
To where she sat 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 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 with apprehension
The heavy tea increased
they felt it was scarcely genteel
To mention the of the child
They in the police

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

The car after and hours of travel
Arrived at a gate in an wall
It pulled up the drive and on the gravel
At the of a vast 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 all damp with the flow of their tears

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

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

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