Luyện nghe bài hát Wooden Ladle

(When he had so spoken, I the Angel,
stretched out his arms, the flame
of fire, and he was consumed, and as
Elijah. Note. This Angel, who is now a
Devil, is my particular friend. We often
the Bible together in its or diabolical
sense, which the world shall if they
behave well. I have also The of Hell,
which the shall have whether they will or no.)

["SLEEP DEPRIVATION"

Sleep and then you see,
As you even can't yourself
As sometimes all of the
upside-down...

Oh, my dearest!
They seem to be
And all of -
I mean those are sheep who do not differ from one an another

Sleep and you will see...
a look at your dreams -
They are in flames
Like the rags asunder.

And you feet...
you see dying days?
You leave
Your "sleepering" chamber

minds,
That's a dream.
It's time to go ahead to bed...
yet...
done,
Two-faced child,

and cry;
"Nobody won
Anyone,
And lost one either...
Having arrived the other side,
in silent pride".

Mist and disease do exist in dreams.
Strange flames are so beautiful now

your feet
And on your way
is no need to cure:
They are your sick
you go insane at all.
Autumn stole your dreams...
Dancing stole your soul...
Nobody minds if you asleep.

if you can,
if you will.
Sleep if you see the bright light to me.
Sleep if you to watch my surprise.
Sleep 'cause I care
Haven't you my nice lullabies!

"WOODEN LADLE" THEME:]

Some people only need in and want to muck
Some of them got to in fight and have bad luck
Some of them born with a silver in a mouth
And the with a wooden ladle...
You'll have as...

Shall we be with the sin
Has abyss as endless sea?
You mean us: It touch me
if I follow all these fools...

Some people have got to and die
In seas or in a glass of
And if you share way -
You will have got the of attributes.

Dominion do we Not quite...

Oh, you had better listen to the rustle of the days.
Watch as mankind does make a million ways -
During its countless nights and
in a trap full of deadly haze. -
It does search for itself.
Betray!

Don't give them chance anymore.
Let them disappoint more and more
Let them in bloody sea and stay on the shore. -
They yet all the cares and got them all!

What have you got in a - in a mouth of yours
Who knows of this delicious one tell me - I suppose
Let me look at this one in a of yours
it sounds great and looks so fun... I suppose

You cannot outside the death.
First one looking very sad
try to be a GOD
Therefore you be a GOD,
mortal whore

You will have known it very
Who a ladle or a spoon
Why did you get your one
And who had thrown it into mouth.

Nobody did this:
art not a GOD.
The thoughts of thine with thy are falling apart
Because of ae thou dost keep in thy mouth...
ladle thou wert made...
Thou shalt not become the before it is too late.
Thy wooden ae make thee weep
It not want thee to eat or sleep -
It doth thy path pass away
Thou art getting day by day...
Try to appease thy angry daemon and him in thy mouth
Feed him by thy flesh and thy bones far more than
art poor mortal whore...

There is wonderful place - is beautiful place
your temper - you are not to be in a maze
There is haze of - wonderful haze
There is wonderful for your future remains.

["SLEEP DEPRIVATION"

Sleep and do not be afraid:
you will have awoke
You'll be and mighty as before,
"Mad sea alike thou know
Of shore, poor mortal whore!"

Sleep and you will see
and bottomless sea,
Sleep and you will buy
Hidden of thine.

Come along by side
Next to your pride.
"Evil demons of
Will not passed thee by."

Wonder I if you'd
now in a sleep?
You are poor whore.
You're sheep!

and then you won't see
As the - eyed darkness comes.
and then you won't see
As the blind is arising,

Sleep and you won't see
All of the cares,
You even do
To think of them again and

and then you won't see
Sleeping grim
If the of yours
Not you before.
You are poor whore.

You wait for salvation
you have your nightmares
And sleep
Sleep and you will see
Two of GOD!!!

Well, it's time to reveal our and might
You don't know how to him who has arrived
You have done all the screaming and now
Wring your hands in despair and o ask me "How

Am I t' stop it?" - If you leave off rowing it
of itself - What are you to reveal?
So the boat of yours was left to drift down the
So desperate one's left to drift down the stream

Lo the blade of one of the oars got in the
Water and would not come out
And the was that the handle of it
Caught you under your chin thus got your feet!