Luyện nghe bài hát Terminal Show

The golden eyed creature sits back on his
at us in despair
Six hundred guests, humanity's
Are wondering why they are

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

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

The blind has secrets, dark and morose
He'd like it if we were him
All the dark days 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 miscast or do we fast
Have we the for the final repast

We better out, the name of the game
Chance of a new world, and fine
Or of a burning a branded
Why are we here, we don't even
Why are we at the terminal show?

The red queen is sleeping, in a dream
She wakes and she sleeps all
All of her fears are in here
Laughing, they at her bones

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

We better find out, the name of the
of a lost world, rain and dismay
Pick up belongings, we all have to pay
Why are the vultures above?
Why can't we fight for the to our blood?

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