Luyện nghe bài hát Supersonic Journey

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