Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but nothing to worry about...
It was just a 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,
waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we 3 continents.
Their fiery snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

As the clouds turned to a
Green, was concieved in the heart
Of man...the people respect
The of the gods. instead they turned against
Immortal man. as they tried to defy,
Died, into the pits of hell.

Diana wept a tear we made love
And my earthly darling, I must bid
You farewell...the fate of your mud ...
As of my life...floating,
Still in space...
She could have been my
But her time, I didn't dare
To waste.

As I into my crystal ball,
There was a tearing of hearts.
Ego armies marched antly view
to be blown 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. well you
How the goes...the sun they thought
Was their slave...
Round and and round the
she goes. some carried
The thought right to grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
they felt inside...
Reflected off the
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some 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 take him away.
he said, man tries to self
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the cross that he
Use for his throne
Not but death. is this the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor trails lead
Another year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger of man...

And of my life...floating,
Still in space...
And spirits of bee
they find a resting place.

As I wander my crystal ball,
I suddenly ride the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads even the first blade of
turned brown.

And I taste tunnels through
The sky...as the axis in it's womb.
flowers and animals try to
Hold positions had before
morning bloomed...
And I follow the last up
To the of the moon's meadows.