Luyện nghe bài hát Court Of The Crimson King

The chains of prison moons
Are by the sun
I walk a horizons change
The begun

The piper plays his tune
The choir softly
Three lullabies in ancient
In the court of the Crimson

The of the city keys
Puts shutters on the
I wait the pilgrims door
With insufficient

The black queen chants the march
The cracked brass will ring
To back the fire witch
To the court of the Crimson

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

The pattern lifts his hand
The orchestra
I slowly turn the grinding
In the court of the King

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

The yellow does not play
But gently the strings
And smiles as the puppets
In the court of the Crimson