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

The wall on the prophets wrote
Is at the seams.
the instruments if death
The sunlight gleams.
When man is torn apart
nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel
As drowns the screams.

Between the gates of fate,
The of time were sown,
And by the deeds of those
Who and who are known;
Knowledge is a friend
When no one 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 it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear I'll be crying,
Yes I tomorrow I'll be crying.