Luyện nghe bài hát Script of a Dead Poet

The coffee black and nearly
And I look back while pass by
A sheet of paper on the torn to shreds
If you are to solve the puzzle, try
my last script that you may hold
Or away when the bar has closed
My last remains here in your and in the end
What I was writing for, I don't know
know

How many times to youy understand
Or was it for the of applauding hands
How many words I had to spell and all the stories I would
For the short and orgiastic turn when'd you say:

were they for, these black inked dreams
A that I was wise
And so gods define an entrance for eternal life
Into a masterpeace of
All I to be
Was extraordinary,
And maybe I was
How many have I killed
With my suicidal

diamond/1993