Luyện nghe bài hát Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of your
that what he writes is new; it is only
the Contents or Index of publish'd
books. A man carried a monkey for a
show, and because he was a wiser than
the monkey, vain, and conceiv'd himself
himself as wiser than seven men. It is
with every one of you: he the folly of
churches, and exposes hypocrities, he
imagines that all are religious, and
the one on earth that ever broke a net.
Now a plain fact: He has not written one
new truth. Now another: he has written
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He conversed Angels who are all religious,
and conversed not with who all hate
religion, for he was thro' his
conceited notions. his writings are a
of all superficial opinions,
and analysis of the more 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
a deuce... Wench am I!

I shalt many things
When I my dark wings.

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

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

In the groove!

The most of you will 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 you of coffins
And haunt you again and
And the chain of won't break anyway...
So, eaten bread is forgotten -
Taken soon disappear!

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

World adversities
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, opportunity knocks twice...
And your cares at your door almost everyday!
So, eaten bread is soon -
Taken cares disappear

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

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