Luyện nghe bài hát The Insect God

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

What has become of Millicent
Last seen alone at the edge of the park
was no one with her to keep her from straying away
And she wandered off into the oncoming

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

What has of Millicent Frastley?
Old feelings of horror, and pity
things which so seldom 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 with apprehension
The tea only increased
they felt it was scarcely genteel
To the loss of the child
They in the police

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

The car after hours and hours of
Arrived at a in an endless wall
It up the drive and stopped 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 them all damp with the flow of tears

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

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

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