Luyện nghe bài hát The Court of The Crimson King

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

The purple piper his tune
The choir sing
Three in an ancient 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 queen chants, the 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 orchestra
As slowly turns the wheel
In the of the Crimson King

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

The jester does not play
But gentle the strings
And as the puppets dance
In the of the Crimson King