Luyện nghe bài hát Supersonic Journey

A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance the columns
Blue, cold and the raging
glowing at fearful speed
indistnct pictures of prophets and in a galactic fog
in space on an axis
In another reality on a journey
he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
if he just could make us
In the emptiness is nothing that can draw the picture you want
just a child on hands that fumble
Raging, raging at pace
the colors blinding, the plateau falls in hell
The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand fed us
in outer on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic
Is this what is yet to come, or a reflection of the soul?
As when his heart out in pain when he perceived what
burdens we to bear