Luyện nghe bài hát Terminal Show

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

All roads here, all roads are burned
Have we digested the we have learned
Have we a when the dead rise and dance
Have we the time for the final

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

The blind king has secrets, dark and
He'd like it if we were him
All the dark days spent in the
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 time for the repast

We find out, the name 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 crowded in
Laughing, they at her bones

All roads lead here, lead away
Are we certain we're here anyway
we been wise or are we despised?
Have we the for our final demise?

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

We are demented, everyone
Misrepresented, to blows
Why are we here, we even know?
Why are we here at the terminal