Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but there's to worry about...
It was just a from my memory.
Well it 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 soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

And of my life...floating,
Still soaring space...
But my sons and wives
on mars to start another race...

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

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

Diana a tear after we made love
And my earthly darling, I must bid
You farewell...the of your mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
Still in space...
She have been my wife
But her time, I didn't dare
To waste.

As I stared into my ball,
There was a tearing of hearts.
Ego armies antly onto view
to be blown apart.

As the sun whispered it's
Through space...to men thinking the false
Opposite...telling that it was
a disgrace to think that men were
The of it. well you know
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was circling slave...
and round and round the
Table she goes. carried
The thought to their grave...
And I smell the of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
Dizziness they inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, soaring in space
of my soul
Will turn complete as time will age.

As my tears drop on my ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
What he said, man tries to
?help god. as reward, he
Wipes our blood his eyes...
And the cross 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 happiness to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor trails from
light year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
Still in space...
And of bee hives
Even they find a place.

As I wander through my ball,
I suddenly ride the waves of sound.
I see of launching
Pads even before the first of
Grass brown.

And I taste their through
The sky...as the turns in it's womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
positions they had before
Their bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the of the moon's meadows.