Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's to worry about...
It was a flash from my memory.
Well it seems 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 snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

As the clouds to a jealous
Green, was concieved in the heart
Of man...the people didn't
The of the gods. instead they turned against
Immortal man. as tried to defy, they
Died, into the pits of hell.

wept a tear after we made love
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 my wife
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

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

As the sun it's secret
Through space...to men thinking the false
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a to think that men were
The ruler of it. you know
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was their slave...
Round and round and the
Table she goes. some
The right to their grave...
And I smell the of the
out minds...who searched
For the hurting of space. and the
Dizziness they inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some soaring in
of my soul
Will complete 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
?help god. as reward, he
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his represents
Not life but death. is the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the first
Of death...
His the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor trails from
light year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
Still in space...
And of bee hives
Even they find a 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
positions they had before
Their bloomed...
And I follow the last up
To the libraries of the meadows.