Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[King Crimson,

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

will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a and broken 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.

the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of were sown,
And watered by the of those
Who know and who are
is a deadly friend
If no one the rules.
The fate of all I see
Is in the of fools.

The wall on the prophets wrote
Is at the seams.
Upon the of death (if)
The brightly gleams.
When every man is torn
With nightmares and dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel
As drowns the screams.

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

crying...
crying...

Yes I tomorrow I'll be crying.
crying...
crying...
crying...

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

cry...
cry...