Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

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

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

As I gazed my crystal ball,
formed a cloud of jealousy.
But there's to feel sad about...
By time, it's due for only history.
Well, it seems that the of the
Gods were being for good.
Why such 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 didn't respect
The of the gods. instead they turned against
Immortal man. as they to defy, they
Died, into the pits of hell.

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

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

As the sun it's secret
Through space...to men thinking the false
Opposite...telling them it was
Such a disgrace to that men were
The ruler of it. you know
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 smell the of the
out minds...who searched
For the hurting of space. and the
Dizziness felt inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

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

As my drop on my crystal ball,
the reflections 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 throne
Not but death. is this the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels just
trails 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 they a resting place.

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

And I taste their tunnels
The sky...as the axis in it's womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
Hold they had before
Their bloomed...
And I follow the rocket up
To the of the moon's meadows.