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 just a from my memory.
Well it seems that the wheel...,
You know, the one that was between
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.
Their fiery snuffed 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 upon my ball,
formed a cloud of jealousy.
But nothing to feel sad about...
By time, it's due for only history.
Well, it that the chambers of the
were 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 tried to defy, they
Died, the wicked pits of hell.

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

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

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

As of my life...
Some floating, soaring in space
of my soul
Will turn complete as time will age.

As my tears drop on my ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
What he said, man tries to
from god. as reward, he
Wipes our 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 preaching the
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor trails lead
Another light land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

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

As I wander 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 tunnels
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
flowers and animals try to
Hold they had before
Their bloomed...
And I follow the rocket up
To the libraries of the meadows.