Luyện nghe bài hát The Court of The Crimson King

The dance of the
The rusted of prison moons
Are by the sun
I walk a road, change
The tournament's

The purple plays his tune
The choir sing
Three lullabies in an tongue
For the court of the King

The keeper of the keys
Put on the dreams
I wait the pilgrim's door
With insufficient

The queen chants, the funeral march
The cracked brass bells ring
To summon back the witch
To the court of the Crimson

The plants an evergreen
trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism
To the sweet and sour

The pattern lifts his hand
The begin
As slowly turns the grinding
In the of the Crimson King

On soft gray widows cry
The men share a joke
I run to grasp signs
To satisfy the

The yellow jester not play
But gentle pulls the
And as the puppets dance
In the of the Crimson King