Luyện nghe bài hát The Court of The Crimson King

The of the puppets
The rusted chains of moons
Are by the sun
I walk a road, change
The begun

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

The of the city keys
Put on the dreams
I wait outside the door
insufficient schemes

The black chants, the funeral march
The cracked brass bells ring
To summon the fire witch
To the of the Crimson King

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

The pattern juggler his hand
The begin
As turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the King

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

The yellow does not play
But gentle pulls the
And smiles as the puppets
In the court of the Crimson