Luyện nghe bài hát Time For Bedlamn

Descending the steps of the institution for the politically insane
Never to be seen
Saying farewell to
From henceforth I rot in stinking bed of wet straw

Right from the of life...
I to behave
What to
not to say
From to grave

Ah...
Like a good slave!
my milk
From the tit of the state!
Clearly designed to every thought of escape

Ah...
I to fate!
No pity... No pity!
Don't want no pity for me in this cell
see you in hell... see you in hell!

Frozen in time, I'm a pinned to my throne
With an army of butterflies pilloried and prone

Ah...
We never alone!
No pity! No pity! Don't want no pity for me in this cell
see you in hell...

After centuries of living nothing but my convictions
Broken fingers clawing through the walls of my
Escaping the clutches of damnation
I was justified...