Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[King Crimson,

The wall on which the wrote
Is at the seams.
Upon the of death
The sunlight gleams.
When every man is torn
nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel
As drowns the screams.

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

Between the gates of fate,
The seeds of were sown,
And watered by the deeds of
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 brightly gleams.
When every man is torn
With and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel
As silence the screams.

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

crying...
crying...

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

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

cry...
cry...