Luyện nghe bài hát Time For Bedlamn

Descending the cold steps of the for the politically insane
Never to be again
Saying to daylight
From henceforth I shall rot in bed of wet straw

from the ashes of life...
I to behave
to believe
not to say
From to grave

Ah...
Like a good slave!
my milk
From the tit of the state!
Clearly designed to suppress every of escape

Ah...
I to fate!
No pity... No pity!
want no pity for me in this filthy cell
see you in hell... see you in hell!

Frozen in time, I'm a pinned to my throne
an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone

Ah...
We never alone!
No pity! No pity! want no pity for me in this filthy cell
see you in hell...

After centuries of living with nothing but my
Broken fingers clawing through the of my incarceration
Escaping the clutches of damnation
I was justified...