Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but nothing to worry about...
It was a flash from my memory.
Well it 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,
waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we 3 continents.
Their fiery soul out by
ice and rains...

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

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

As the clouds to a jealous
Green, which was in the heart
Of man...the people didn't
The help of the gods. instead they turned
man. as they tried to defy, they
Died, into the 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 could have been my
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

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

As the sun whispered it's
Through space...to men the false pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a disgrace to think men were
The ruler of it. well you
How the goes...the sun they thought
Was circling slave...
Round and round and the
Table she goes. some
The thought to their grave...
And I the scorch of the
out minds...who searched
For the truth of space. and the
Dizziness they inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

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

As my tears drop on my ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his take him away.
he said, man tries to self
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the cross he would
Use for his represents
Not but death. is this the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his angels ufos
Vapor trails lead
Another 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 they find a place.

As I through my crystal ball,
I suddenly upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads before the first blade of
turned brown.

And I taste tunnels through
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
flowers and animals try to
Hold positions had before
morning bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the libraries of the meadows.