Luyện nghe bài hát The Court of The Crimson King

The of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison
Are by the sun
I a road, horizons change
The begun

The purple piper plays his
The softly sing
lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the of the Crimson King

The of the city keys
Put shutters on the
I wait outside the pilgrim's
With schemes

The black chants, the funeral march
The brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire
To the court of the Crimson

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

The pattern juggler his hand
The orchestra
As slowly turns the wheel
In the court of the King

On gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a
I run to grasp divining
To satisfy the

The yellow jester does not
But pulls the strings
And smiles as the dance
In the court of the Crimson