Luyện nghe bài hát Terminal Show

The golden eyed creature back on his throne
Gazing at us in
Six hundred guests, humanity's
Are wondering why are there

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

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

The blind has secrets, dark and morose
like it if we were like him
All the dark days in the maze
made a new man of him

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

We better find out, the name of the
Chance of a new world, sunny and
Or of a a branded design
Why are we here, we even know?
Why are we here at the show?

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

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

We better find out, the name of the
of a lost world, rain and dismay
Pick up your belongings, we all to pay
Why are the vultures circling
Why we fight for the right to our blood?

We are demented, knows
Misrepresented, coming to
Why are we here, we don't know?
Why are we here at the show?