Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

The ashen grey muse commissions a new
A song to while away the sojourn in the hearse
Yet all of us who danse macabre to dour, dismal tunes
Become cold, grim and hard as the upon the tomb
In dirges death's knell peals out it's toll
As another cadaver is six feet down to its hole
But ere the last shovel of dirt on the wall of the box
We gravely offer a salute to those to rot
So lift up severed heads, in a song for the dead
Life's course ever runs red, so let no remain unsaid
As from our mouths the is bled, in a symphony scripted in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this for the dead

The humor of the gallons never fails to ring
In this dead, bleak, sick world we're hung, drawn and quartered though
As each internecine instrument its own bloody part
The hammering of coffin outpaces the beating of our hearts
Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a conducts
The execrable epiphany too late, just to reduce us to chunks
Rising up from the sod a gross, putrid breath
As the chorus is in this song for the dead
So up your severed heads, in a song for the dead
Life's course ever runs red, so let no remain unsaid
As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a scripted in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked across strings and hacked
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked upon stretched
On the
Medicinal decomposed
oratorios obscene
Forensic fugues and
the melody's method and means
The crepitated coda in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is by a sanguine scarlet stain
Shattered stave lodged in your split-open splattered
The ruptured meter falters as the bow is fretted once
Acrid are screeched
The bloated is breached
Abrading viscera with
gavage the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken notes into a mess
on ears so deaf
So it ever is in
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing seeds of and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, pizzicatos slicing every which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody scraps of sheet
Unintellibly
Threnodies six feet under, To where all life's fractured melodies
Will finally
The symphonic swells without restraint
As the cacophonous cadenza your eardrums clean in twain
The repugnant orchestra pit an of death and pain
The falls in sharp staccato until everyone is slain