Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph, Including 'march For No Reason' And 'tomorrow And Tomor

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

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

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