Luyện nghe bài hát Court Of The Crimson King

The chains of prison moons
Are by the sun
I a road horizons change
The tournament's

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

The keeper of the city
shutters on the dreams
I outside the pilgrims door
insufficient schemes

The queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass will ring
To back the fire witch
To the court of the King

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

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

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

The jester does not play
But gently pulls the
And smiles as the puppets
In the of the Crimson King