Luyện nghe bài hát Stoned Obituary

lightning cracked a crooked across the sky above the cross where he'd
been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze ice threw
knives blew halos hallowed cinders flew made a cushion for his
feet. There spikes in his sandals, spikes in his ankles... A spike
split the wood, syringed his vertabrae. Spikes in his shins in his in
his fingers... Amused hummed the Marsollaise. We had to look
away, he so fragile. We tried to offer him a cigarette but it was
futile... no way through. The guards screamed "Front!", drew guns,
acid.. so we retreated to the shadows squated low and said a Cameras
clicked out of there are fights, there were fanfares. Fireworks
flashed across the cenotaph. played in the pits, spitting crisps,
licking icecreams. A spiv threw an for his autograph. I never
thought it would finish quite way. No resistance not a word to say but
maybe we'll meet in heaven. We can talk about those good old days. I
(at least I to believe)

The angels landed cleared their throats and chorused "Crown Him!"
poured a potion on his hair it nearly him. Then they called a
silence. They called the clowns in and a cripple touched his foot
and did a down the hill... turning once for his wisdom, twice for
the pearl moon. A third as the cried "It's judgement day." He rolled
his eyes, ripped his shirt insane in the dirt. Applause ripped the
and blew the clouds away. The laughter died as schoolgirls passed
around the tissues. Pretty while a message said "We'll miss you.
Bless you. your eyes." And the bell rang twice and we fell as his
moved. We stared in stoney silence as the news guy scribbled furiously
down his final "I made mistakes. I've been a fool. I tried hard byt
never thought that started so well could end in misery. But my motives
were good. I thought you all understood... Just be hard when this day
is cloaked in history. You mistrusted me? ...," And he died with his
on... ash for ashes dust for dust a for dust a must for dust die with
your on...

magnus spiritus sancti filia