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

The on which the prophets wrote
Is at the seams.
Upon the instruments if
The sunlight gleams.
When man is torn apart
With and with dreams,
no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence the screams.

Between the iron of fate,
The seeds of time sown,
And by the deeds of those
Who know and who are
is a deadly friend
When no one the rules.
The of all mankind 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 fear I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow be crying.