Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but nothing to worry about...
It was just a flash my memory.
Well it seems that the 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 on earth we lost 3 continents.
fiery soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

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

wept a tear after we made love
And said: my earthly darling, I bid
You farewell...the fate of 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 my crystal ball,
was formed a tearing of hearts.
Ego marched antly onto view
Only to be apart.

As the sun it's secret
Through space...to men thinking the pride
Opposite...telling them it was
Such a to think that men were
The ruler of it. you know
How the story goes...the sun they
Was circling slave...
Round and and round the
she goes. some carried
The right to their grave...
And I smell the of the
out minds...who searched
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 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 the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his just ufos
Vapor lead from
Another year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger of man...

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

As I wander through my ball,
I ride upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads even the first blade of
Grass brown.

And I taste tunnels through
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
Frozen and animals try to
positions they had before
Their bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the libraries of the meadows.