Luyện nghe bài hát In The Court Of The Crimson King Including The Return Of The Fire Witch And The

The rusted chains of moons
Are by the sun.
I walk a road, change
The begun.
The piper plays his tune,
The choir sing;
Three in an ancient tongue,
For the of the crimson king.

The of the city keys
Puts on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's
insufficient schemes.
The black queen the funeral march,
The cracked brass will ring;
To summon the fire witch
To the court of the king.

The gardener an evergreen
Whilst on a flower.
I chase the of a prism ship
To the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his
The begin.
As slowly turns the grinding
In the of the crimson king.

On grey mornings widows cry,
The men share a joke;
I run to grasp signs
To the hoax.
The yellow jester not play
But pulls the strings
And as the puppets dance
In the of the crimson king.