Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[King Crimson,

The wall on which the prophets
Is at the seams.
the instruments of death
The brightly gleams.
When every man is apart
With nightmares and dreams,
no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence the screams.

will be my epitaph.
As I a cracked and broken path
If we it we can all sit back and laugh.
But I fear I'll be crying,
Yes I fear I'll be crying.
Yes I tomorrow I'll be crying.

Between the gates of fate,
The seeds of time sown,
And watered by the of those
Who and who are known;
Knowledge is a friend
If no one the rules.
The of all mankind I see
Is in the of fools.

The wall on which the prophets
Is at the seams.
the instruments of death (if)
The sunlight gleams.
When every man is apart
nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel
As drowns the screams.

will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and path
If we it we can all sit back and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow be crying,
Yes I fear I'll be crying.
Yes I fear tomorrow be crying.
crying...

crying...
crying...

Yes I fear tomorrow be crying.
crying...
crying...
crying...

Yes I fear I'll be crying.
crying...
crying...
cry...
cry...
cry...

cry...
cry...