Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but nothing to worry about...
It was a flash from my memory.
it seems that the holiday wheel...,
You know, the one that was between
And the moon...well any way, was
2,000,000 killed...bodies in the
Afternoon...

Explosions, 1,000 or more,
waves and hurricanes...
And on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul out by
ice and rains...

And of my life...floating,
soaring through space...
But my sons and their
Landed on to start another race...

As I gazed upon my ball,
There a cloud of jealousy.
But there's nothing to sad about...
By this time, due for only history.
Well, it seems that the of the
were being emptied for good.
Why would such heavenly beings
To desert ?
But as I I understood.

As the turned to a jealous
Green, which was in the heart
Of man...the didn't respect
The help of the gods. instead they turned
man. as they tried to defy, they
Died, the wicked pits of hell.

wept a tear after we made love
And said: my earthly darling, I bid
You farewell...the fate of mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
Still in space...
She could have my wife
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

As I stared my crystal ball,
There was a tearing of hearts.
Ego armies marched onto view
Only to be apart.

As the sun it's secret
space...to men thinking the false pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a disgrace to that men were
The of it. well you know
How the goes...the sun they thought
Was circling slave...
Round and round and the
Table she goes. some
The thought right to grave...
And I smell the of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
Dizziness felt inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some in space
Collections of my
Will turn complete only as time age.

As my tears on my crystal ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
he said, man tries to self
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his throne
Not but death. is this the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or his angels just ufos
Vapor lead from
light year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
Still in space...
And spirits of bee
Even find a resting place.

As I wander my crystal ball,
I ride upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads even before the blade of
Grass brown.

And I taste their tunnels
The sky...as the axis in it's womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
positions they had before
Their bloomed...
And I follow the rocket up
To the libraries of the meadows.