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 and you will see
You never escape from this
Those feelings are killing you and are killing themselves
Prisoners' stage mass breakout but that take them a chance
soles for the scoundrels
You're laughing of your heart but doing what it want
Though everything will out in the wind like a smoke
There must be to love than this
Suffering is for the life and happiness
Walls and tumbled down with togetherness
solet pulsa candidus ire dies

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

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

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

Watch out, beware of which is between us all
We break each others hearts without thinking
There's no for wondering
Look out, all those people want to you
Sometimes we got a clue about people who we hate
Them life is good but all things pass someday
There's no need to cry, better them all behind.

Following the truth go to the end
Don't seek a in the World
Look at the despicable rituals of
They are burying the opponents of the
Webbing rhetoric of orators not Cicero
Friends, poets, knights, brave
Cross the border, stand against the
We will that's certain
Stand proudly a losers in the winners' crowd

I am not your yet, my dear
I ain't gonna change rights
Now I do not pain or fear
You see it in my eyes
Now I'm going to the end
Hurting the by the words
White sleeping in a black sand
I'm standing the crowds

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