Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel 'Thus every one of your boasts
that what he writes is new; 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, grew vain, and conceiv'd
himself as much wiser than men. It is
with every one of he shows the folly of
churches, and exposes hypocrities, he
imagines that all are religious, and
the single one on that ever broke a net.
Now hear a fact: He has not written 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 with Devils who all
religion, for he was incapable 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.

time when I had gone -
She had she would come

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

I shalt many things
When I my dark wings.

So ye scream and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

Raise laugh for a while
that... Whore 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 haunt you and again
And the of life won't break anyway...
So, eaten bread is forgotten -
Taken soon disappear!

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

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

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

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

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