Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[King Crimson,

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

Confusion be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken
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 of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of
Who and who are known;
is a deadly friend
If no one the rules.
The of all mankind I see
Is in the of fools.

The wall on the prophets wrote
Is at the seams.
Upon the instruments of (if)
The sunlight gleams.
When every man is torn
With and with dreams,
Will no one lay the wreath
As silence the screams.

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