Luyện nghe bài hát Time For Bedlamn

Descending the cold steps of the institution for the insane
to be seen again
Saying farewell to
From henceforth I rot in stinking bed of wet straw

from the ashes of life...
I learned to
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 thought of

Ah...
I to fate!
No pity... No pity!
Don't want no for me in this filthy cell
see you in hell... see you in hell!

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

Ah...
We were alone!
No pity! No pity! Don't want no pity for me in filthy cell
see you in hell...

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