Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph Including March For No Reason & Tomorrow & Tomorrow

The
on the prophets wrote
is
at the

the
instrument's
the
brightly

every man
is torn
with
and with

no one lay
the wreath
when
the screams

will be my
as I
this and broken path
if we it
we can all
sit
and

but I fear
be crying
yes I fear
be crying
yes I tomorrow
be crying

between the iron of fate
the seeds of time were
and by
the of those
who
and who are

is
a deadly
if no one
sets the

the of all
I see
is in
the of fools

the
on which the wrote
is
at the

the
instrument's
the
gleams

where man
is torn
with
and dreams

no one lay
the laurel
silence
drowns the

will be my
as I
this cracked and broken
if we it
we can all
sit
and

but I fear
be crying
yes I tomorrow
be crying
yes I tomorrow
be crying

yes I tomorrow
I'll be
yes I tomorrow
be crying