Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but there's to worry about...
It was just a from my memory.
Well it seems that the 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 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 upon my crystal ball,
formed 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
Gods were emptied for good.
Why would such heavenly beings
To desert ?
But as I I understood.

As the turned 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 to defy, they
Died, the wicked pits of hell.

Diana wept a tear after we love
And said: my darling, I must bid
You farewell...the of your mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
She could have my wife
But her time, I didn't dare
To waste.

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

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men thinking the pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a to think that men were
The of it. well you know
How the goes...the sun they thought
Was their slave...
Round and and round the
Table she goes. some
The thought right to grave...
And I smell the of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the hurting of space. and the
Dizziness they inside...
Reflected off the
pebble earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, soaring in space
of my soul
Will turn only as time 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 blood 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
trails lead from
Another light land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

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

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

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