Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Eaten & Forgotten

(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of your
that what he writes is tho' it is only
the or Index of already publish'd
books. A man carried a about for a
show, and because he was a little than
the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd
himself as wiser than seven men. It is
with every one of you: he the folly of
churches, and hypocrities, till he
that all are religious, and himself
the single one on earth that ever a net.
Now hear a fact: He has not written one
new truth. Now another: 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
conceited notions. his writings are a
of all superficial opinions,
and of the more sublime but no further.')

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

Last when I had gone -
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

Raise your laugh for a
After that... 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 your own childhood's days...
I've got to remind you of
And you again and again
And the chain of won't break anyway...
So, bread is soon forgotten -
cares soon disappear!

Angel of the dreams and
me the way you have flown this night
What you seen,
What 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 vampiric on the fields
Oh, I very hard...
But I don't to have done a lot...

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

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

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

ruined the human mansions -
Now there's misery and there
Lick up your sweet
Have your bread and your death!
But eaten is soon 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."