Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Eaten & Forgotten

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

I done all my quests.
I am more or less.

time when I had gone -
She had screamed she come

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

I shalt many things
I spread my dark wings.

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

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

In the groove!

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

Angel of the dreams and
Show me the way you flown this night
have you seen,
What you heard,
have you done?
"...At the
I was flying above the woods,
I was going the hills
the trees
I've seen the moon in the midnight skies,
I've shed the vampiric on the fields
Oh, I worked hard...
But I don't seem to done a lot...

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

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

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

I've ruined the mansions -
Now there's misery and there
Lick up your sweet
Have your bread and your death!
But eaten bread is forgotten -
Almost all these ate the bread,
Devoured the
I worked hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...
And so I shall never stay my work."