Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of boasts
that what he is new; tho' it is only
the or Index of already publish'd
books. A man carried a about for a
show, and because he was a little than
the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd
as much wiser than seven men. It is
with every one of 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 hear he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He with Angels who are all religious,
and conversed not with Devils who all
religion, for he was incapable his
conceited notions. his writings are a
of all superficial opinions,
and analysis of the sublime but no further.')

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

Last when I had gone -
She had screamed she come

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

I shalt bring things
When I my dark 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
you can only weep and complain,
Because you try to remember your own days...
I've got to you of coffins
And you again and again
And the of life won't break anyway...
So, eaten bread is soon -
cares soon disappear!

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

World needs
Because give you (opportunity to) hope -
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 almost everyday!
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken soon disappear

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

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