Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but there's nothing to about...
It was a flash from my memory.
Well it seems that the 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,
Tidal and hurricanes...
And down on earth we 3 continents.
Their fiery snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

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

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

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

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

As of my life...
Some floating, some soaring in
of my soul
Will complete only as time will 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
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the cross that he
Use for his represents
Not life but death. is the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels just
trails lead from
Another year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger of man...

And of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
And of bee hives
they find a resting place.

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

And I taste their through
The sky...as the turns in it's womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
Hold they had before
Their bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the libraries of the meadows.