Luyện nghe bài hát The Seas Of Amontillado

Where are you
Why everyone of us following

Anywhere you are and you'll be
The shadows from your past will return and you see
You never escape from this
Those feelings are killing you and they are killing
Prisoners' stage breakout but that don't take them a chance
Hammer for the scoundrels
You're laughing of your but you're doing what it want
everything will spill out in the wind like a smoke
There must be more to love this
Suffering is preventing for the and happiness
and bridges tumbled down with togetherness
Nube solet pulsa ire dies

Please stand up all together now
In your you're keeping whole world and our life
I dreamed I saw apocalyptic
A hard rain down but no-one understood
That was a time for confession sins
And after like an angels use a sacred
to the Heaven to beg for the salvation
But gave them any direct information
Some of them were crying, some of were trying
To escape this place after they were dying
I up on the hill and said to them all
and sisters don't go with a flow
Now we all learn how to protect our own life
'Cause the Earth will spill out but the World will survive
Nobody nobody saw me
Water flooded us all and that dream came me

If you see the lining of the
And if someone took a burden from your
And if not exist any
And if are hurting poetry
And if a between the hangman and the victim faded away
Everything passed away, you passed

But if you are standing on the stable
And if nobody gonna you to survive
And if loneliness is a synonym of life
And if your hieratic is arousing a laughter
And if a between the goodness and the badness faded away
You are in your way, you are in way

Watch out, beware of love is between us all
We break each others hearts without anymore
There's no for wondering
Look out, all people want to stone you
Sometimes we haven't got a clue people who we hate
Them is good but all things must pass someday
There's no need to cry, better leave all behind.

Following the truth go to the end
Don't a solace in the World
Look at the rituals of funerals
are burying the opponents of the crowd
Webbing of orators not knowing Cicero
Friends, poets, knights, warriors
Cross the border, stand the crowds
We lose that's certain
Stand proudly being a losers in the crowd

I am not your guide yet, my
I ain't gonna change your
Now I do not pain or fear
You can't see it in my
Now I'm to the dark end
Hurting the poetry by the
White dove sleeping in a black
I'm against the crowds

Anywhere you're going you will never from this...