Luyện nghe bài hát Stoned Obituary

lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross he'd
been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze grew ice
knives blew halos hallowed cinders flew made a cushion for his
feet. were spikes in his sandals, spikes in his ankles... A spike
split the wood, syringed his vertabrae. Spikes in his in his chin 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 "Front!", drew guns, splashed
acid.. so we retreated to the shadows squated low and said a Cameras
clicked out of sight there are fights, were fanfares. Fireworks
flashed across the cenotaph. Kiddies played in the pits, 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 meet in heaven. We can talk about those good old days. I believe
(at I WANT to believe)

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

Nomini spiritus sancti filia