Luyện nghe bài hát Terminal Show

The golden eyed sits back on his throne
at us in despair
Six hundred guests, humanity's
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 rise and dance
Have we the for the final romance

We find out, the name of the game
Chance of a future, and grim
Or of a quick death brought on a whim
Why are we here, does anyone
Why are we here, at the terminal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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