Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked 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,
Tidal 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
Landed on to start another race...

As I gazed upon my ball,
There a cloud of jealousy.
But there's to feel sad about...
By this time, due for only history.
Well, it seems that the of the
Gods being emptied for good.
Why such heavenly beings want
To earth ?
But as I I understood.

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

Diana wept a after we made love
And said: my darling, I must bid
You farewell...the of your mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
She have been my wife
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

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

As the sun whispered secret
space...to men thinking the false pride
Opposite...telling them it was
Such a disgrace to that men were
The of it. well you know
How the story goes...the sun they
Was their slave...
Round and and round the
Table she goes. carried
The thought right to grave...
And I the scorch 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...
floating, some soaring in space
Collections of my
Will turn complete only as will age.

As my tears drop on my ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his take him away.
What he said, man to self
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his throne
Not life but death. is the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the first
Of death...
His preaching the
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his angels ufos
trails lead from
Another year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
Still in space...
And of bee hives
Even they find a place.

As I through my crystal ball,
I suddenly ride upon the 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 they had before
Their bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the of the moon's meadows.