Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
There was 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 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 earth we 3 continents.
fiery soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

As the clouds to a jealous
Green, which was concieved in the
Of man...the people respect
The help of the gods. instead turned against
Immortal man. as they tried to defy,
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,
soaring in space...
She could have been my
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

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

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

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

As my tears on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his take him away.
What he said, man tries to
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his represents
Not but death. is this the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
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 spirits of bee
Even find a resting place.

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

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