Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Eaten & Forgotten

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

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

Last when I had gone -
She had screamed she come

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

I bring many things
I spread my dark wings.

So ye scream and cry -
I shalt ye and I'll

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

In the groove!

The most of you will never got to be at all
you can only weep and complain,
Because you try to remember own childhood's days...
I've got to remind you of
And haunt you again and
And the chain of life won't anyway...
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken cares disappear!

of the dreams and nightmares
Show me the way you have this night
have you seen,
What you heard,
What you done?
"...At the
I was flying high the woods,
I was across the hills
the trees
I've seen the bloody moon in the skies,
I've the vampiric mist on the fields
Oh, I very hard...
But I don't seem to done a lot...

World needs
Because they you (opportunity to) hope -
The does let you get
Something's like a tomb.

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

Don't cry poor mankind, be - I am here.
Soon I'll be feeding you... Guess I brought
You as the others do need meal. -
I have given to you that ideal

I've ruined the human -
Now there's misery and there
Lick up sweet desperation:
Have your bread and your death!
But eaten bread is soon -
Almost all these ate the bread,
the gotten
I very hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...
And so I shall never stay my work."