Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's to worry about...
It was just a flash 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 we lost 3 continents.
Their soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

And of my life...floating,
Still through space...
But my and their wives
Landed on mars to start race...

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

As the clouds to a jealous
Green, which was in the heart
Of man...the people respect
The help of the gods. instead they turned
Immortal man. as they to defy, they
Died, into the wicked of hell.

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

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

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men thinking the false
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a disgrace to think men were
The ruler of it. well you
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was their slave...
and round and round the
Table she goes. some
The right to their grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
Dizziness they inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some soaring in
Collections of my
Will turn complete only as time age.

As my drop on my crystal ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his take him away.
What he said, man to self
from god. as reward, he
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his represents
Not but death. is this the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or his angels just ufos
Vapor trails lead
light year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

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

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

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