Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[King Crimson,

The on which the prophets wrote
Is at the seams.
Upon the instruments of
The brightly gleams.
When man is torn apart
nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel
As silence the screams.

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

Between the iron of fate,
The of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of
Who know and who are
Knowledge is a deadly
If no one the rules.
The fate of all I see
Is in the of fools.

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

Confusion be my epitaph.
As I crawl a 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 fear I'll be crying.
crying...

crying...
crying...

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

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

cry...
cry...