Luyện nghe bài hát Terminal Show

The golden eyed sits back on his throne
at us in despair
Six hundred guests, best
Are wondering why they are

All roads here, all roads are burned
Have we digested the things we have
Have we a chance when the dead rise and
Have we the time for the romance

We better find out, the name of the
Chance of a future, frozen and
Or of a quick brought here on a whim
Why are we here, does anyone
Why are we here, at the show?

The blind king has secrets, and morose
He'd it if we were like him
All the dark days in the maze
Have a new man of him

All roads lead here, all are closed
Are we certain of all that we know
Are we miscast or do we fast
Have we the for the final repast

We better find out, the of the game
Chance of a new world, and fine
Or of a a branded design
Why are we here, we don't know?
Why are we here at the terminal

The red queen is sleeping, lost in a
She wakes and she all alone
All of her fears are in here
Laughing, pick at her bones

All lead here, none lead away
Are we quire we're here anyway
we been wise or are we despised?
Have we the time for our final

We find out, the name of the game
Chance of a lost world, and dismay
Pick up your belongings, we all to pay
Why are the vultures above?
Why can't we fight for the right to our

We are demented, everyone
Misrepresented, coming to
Why are we here, we don't even
Why are we here at the terminal