Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but there's nothing to about...
It was just a from my memory.
Well it that the holiday wheel...,
You know, the one was between 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 fiery soul out by
ice and rains...

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

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

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

Diana wept a after we made love
And said: my earthly darling, I bid
You farewell...the of your mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
She could have my wife
But her time, I didn't dare
To waste.

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

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men thinking the pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a disgrace to think men were
The ruler of it. you know
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was circling slave...
Round and and round the
Table she goes. some
The thought to their grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
they felt inside...
Reflected off the
pebble earth...

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

As my tears on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
he said, man tries 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 necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his just ufos
trails lead from
Another light land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
And spirits of bee
Even find a resting place.

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

And I taste their through
The sky...as the axis in it's womb.
Frozen and animals try to
Hold positions they had
Their bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the of the moon's meadows.