Luyện nghe bài hát Court Of The Crimson King

The rusted chains of prison
Are by the sun
I walk a road horizons
The begun

The purple plays his tune
The choir sing
Three lullabies in ancient
In the of the Crimson King

The keeper of the keys
shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrims
insufficient schemes

The black chants the funeral march
The brass bell will ring
To summon back the fire
To the court of the King

The gardener an evergreen
Whilst on a flower
I chased the wind of a ship
To taste the sweet and

The juggler lifts his hand
The begin
I slowly turn the grinding
In the court of the Crimson

On the soft gray mornings cry
The wise men a joke
I run to divining signs
To satisfy the

The yellow jester does not
But gently the strings
And smiles as the puppets
In the of the Crimson King