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 Contents or Index of publish'd
books. A man carried a about for a
show, and because he was a little than
the monkey, vain, and conceiv'd himself
himself as much wiser seven men. It is
every one of you: he shows 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 plain He has not written one
new truth. Now hear another: he has
all the old falsehoods. And now the reason.
He with Angels who are all religious,
and conversed not Devils who all hate
religion, for he was thro' his
conceited notions. Thus his are a
of all superficial opinions,
and of the more sublime but no further.')

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

Last when I had gone -
She had she would come

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

I shalt bring things
When I my dark wings.

So ye scream and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and

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

In the groove!

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

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

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

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

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

I've ruined the mansions -
Now misery and sadness there
up your sweet desperation:
Have your bread and your death!
But eaten bread is soon -
Almost all brats ate the bread,
Devoured the
I worked hard...
But I seem to have done a lot...
And so I shall stay without my work."