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 of already publish'd
books. A man a monkey about for a
show, and he was a little wiser than
the monkey, vain, and conceiv'd himself
himself as much wiser seven men. It is
every one of you: he shows the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
imagines that all are religious, and
the single one on earth that broke 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 with who are all religious,
and not with Devils who all hate
religion, for he was thro' 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.

time when I had gone -
She had screamed she would

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

I shalt bring things
When I spread my wings.

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

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

In the groove!

The most of you will 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, bread is soon forgotten -
Taken cares disappear!

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

World needs
Because give you (opportunity to) hope -
The does let you get
like a nice tomb.

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

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

I've the human mansions -
Now there's misery and sadness
up your sweet desperation:
Have bread and have your death!
But eaten bread is soon -
Almost all brats ate the bread,
Devoured the
I very hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...
And so I shall stay without my work."