Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

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

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

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

As I upon my crystal ball,
There formed a of jealousy.
But nothing to feel sad about...
By this time, it's due for history.
Well, it that the chambers of the
were being emptied for good.
Why such heavenly beings want
To desert ?
But as I I understood.

As the clouds turned to a
Green, which was in the heart
Of man...the people respect
The help of the gods. they turned against
Immortal man. as tried to defy, they
Died, the wicked pits of hell.

Diana wept a tear after we made
And said: my earthly darling, I 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 dare wish
To waste.

As I into my crystal ball,
was formed a tearing of hearts.
Ego marched antly onto view
Only to be apart.

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men the false pride
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
they felt inside...
Reflected off the
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some soaring in
of my soul
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.
What he said, man to self
from god. as reward, he
Wipes our blood his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his represents
Not life but death. is the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor trails from
light year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger of man...

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

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

And I their tunnels through
The sky...as the axis in it's womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
Hold they had before
morning bloomed...
And I follow the last up
To the of the moon's meadows.