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

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

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

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