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 or Index 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 himself
himself as wiser than seven men. It is
with every one of you: he the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
imagines that all are religious, and
the single one on that ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain 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 not with Devils who all hate
religion, for he was incapable his
notions. Thus his writings are a
recapitulation of all opinions,
and analysis of the sublime but no further.')

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

Last time when I had -
She had screamed she come

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

I shalt bring many
When I my dark wings.

So ye wilt and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

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

In the groove!

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

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

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

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

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

I've the human mansions -
Now there's misery and sadness
Lick up sweet desperation:
Have your and have your death!
But eaten bread is forgotten -
all these brats ate the bread,
Devoured the
I worked hard...
But I don't seem to done a lot...
And so I shall stay without my work."