Luyện nghe bài hát Court Of The Crimson King

The rusted chains of prison
Are by the sun
I walk a road horizons
The tournament's

The purple piper his tune
The choir softly
Three in ancient tongue
In the of the Crimson King

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

The black queen chants the march
The brass bell will ring
To summon back the fire
To the court of the Crimson

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

The pattern juggler lifts his
The orchestra
I turn the grinding wheel
In the of the Crimson King

On the soft gray mornings cry
The wise men share a
I run to grasp signs
To the hoax

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