Luyện nghe bài hát A Song For The Dead

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

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

Truncated toccatas deranged, raked across barbed strings and
Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained, plucked heartstring stretched
On the
Medicinal movements
Regurgitating oratorios
fugues and de-boned
Mutilating the method and means
The coda dies in mid-refrain
As the sheet-music is obscured by a scarlet stain
Shattered stave lodged in your split-open brain
The meter falters as the bow is fretted once again
arias are screeched
The bloated thorax is
Abrading viscera bleach
gavage the deceased

Cleaving the
Broken bleed into a mess
Falling on so deaf
So it is in death
Carbonized cantatas corrupt, ringing out, sewing seeds of and

Suppurated sonatas erupt, Purulent slicing every which way
The truncated cadence is sundered, Bloody of sheet music
scrawled
Threnodies resonate six feet under, To all life's fractured melodies
finally resolve
The symphonic slaughter's without restraint
As the cacophonous splits your eardrums clean in twain
The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of death and
The hatchet falls in sharp staccato until everyone is