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 flash my memory.
it seems 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 down on we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul out by
ice and rains...

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

As I gazed my crystal ball,
There a cloud of jealousy.
But there's to feel sad about...
By time, it's 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 didn't
The help of the gods. instead they against
Immortal man. as tried to defy, they
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,
soaring in space...
She could have been my
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

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

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men the false pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a disgrace to that men were
The ruler of it. you know
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was their slave...
Round and and round the
she goes. some carried
The thought to their grave...
And I smell the of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the hurting 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 only as will age.

As my tears on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the 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 throne
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 just ufos
Vapor trails from
Another light land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

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

As I wander my crystal ball,
I suddenly upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
even before the first blade of
Grass brown.

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