Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Eaten & Forgotten

(And said: 'Thus every one of your boasts
that what he writes is new; it is only
the Contents or Index of already
books. A man carried a about for a
show, and he was a little wiser than
the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd
himself as much wiser seven men. It is
with every one of he shows the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
imagines all are religious, and himself
the single one on earth ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain fact: He has not one
new truth. Now hear another: he has
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He conversed Angels who are all religious,
and conversed not Devils who all hate
religion, for he was incapable his
notions. Thus his writings are a
recapitulation of all opinions,
and of the more sublime but no further.')

I have all my quests.
I am glad or less.

Last time when I had -
She had screamed she would

And try to
What a deuce... am I!

I shalt bring things
When I spread my wings.

So ye wilt and cry -
I hurt ye and I'll

Raise your laugh for a
After that... am I!

In the groove!

The most of you never got to be happy at all
Because you can weep and complain,
Because you try to remember own childhood's days...
got to remind you of coffins
And haunt you and again
And the chain of life break anyway...
So, bread is soon forgotten -
Taken soon disappear!

Angel of the dreams and
Show me the way you have flown night
What you seen,
What you heard,
What you done?
"...At the
I was flying above the woods,
I was across the hills
the trees
I've the bloody moon in the midnight skies,
I've shed the vampiric mist on the
Oh, I very hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...

World needs
they give you (opportunity to) hope -
The hope let you get
Something's a nice tomb.

Are you silly worm really
Do not you know, opportunity knocks twice...
And cares knock at your door almost everyday!
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken soon disappear

cry poor mankind, be quiet - I am here.
Soon be feeding you... Guess what I brought
You as the others do need meal. -
I have given to you that ideal

I've the human mansions -
Now misery and sadness there
Lick up sweet desperation:
Have your and have your death!
But eaten bread is soon -
Almost all brats ate the bread,
Devoured the
I very hard...
But I don't seem to have a lot...
And so I shall never without my work."