Luyện nghe bài hát Telescope

Inside the mouth of a massive volcano,
a lens is distant fingerprints,
of flying objects that in ultraviolet
like clandestine submarines.

We wear the necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run galaxies.

Looking through our telescope, the eye.

make an empty moment of honouring silence,
for the deceased unnoticed stars.

Looking our telescope, the Cyclops eye.

Black holes are the spatial matrix.
And comets feed the grasp of gravity
Ancient observe the upper tapestries.
The of the universal soul.

We wear the pearly of the Milky Way.
We the dusty tails of run away galaxies.

Looking our telescope, the Cyclops eye.