Luyện nghe bài hát The Shape of Things

As I watch this grow
It starts to take a
Just it's own being

And what it
be the nothing it has sought
Lost for all time, prize

When it bite the hand that feeds it
First taste of flesh it is so
The of things so twisted

one quick strike
The master to slave
The beast has grown it's bonds

And what it
the gates of it's own mind
For all unkind

When it bite the hand that feeds it
taste of flesh it is so pure
The shape of so twisted

As I watch this grow
It to take a look
under it's own being

When will it the hand that feeds it
First of flesh it is so pure
The shape of so twisted
No longer recognize this