Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but there's nothing to about...
It was just a from my memory.
Well it seems the holiday 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,
Tidal and hurricanes...
And down on we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul out by
ice and rains...

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

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

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

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

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

As the sun it's secret
space...to men thinking the false pride
Opposite...telling that it was
a disgrace to think that men were
The ruler of it. you know
How the story goes...the sun they
Was their slave...
and round and round the
Table she goes. some
The thought to their grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
they felt inside...
Reflected off the
pebble earth...

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

As my drop on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
What he said, man tries to
from god. as reward, he
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the cross that he
Use for his throne
Not life but death. is the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the first
Of death...
His preaching the
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor lead from
Another light land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

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

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

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