Luyện nghe bài hát Court Of The Crimson King

The rusted chains of moons
Are by the sun
I walk a road change
The begun

The piper plays his tune
The softly sing
lullabies in ancient tongue
In the court of the Crimson

The keeper of the city
Puts on the dreams
I outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient

The queen chants the funeral march
The brass bell will ring
To summon back the witch
To the court of the King

The gardener plants an
Whilst on a flower
I chased the wind of a prism
To taste the and sour

The pattern lifts his hand
The begin
I slowly turn the wheel
In the court of the Crimson

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

The yellow does not play
But gently pulls the
And smiles as the dance
In the court of the Crimson