Luyện nghe bài hát The Court of The Crimson King

The dance of the
The rusted of prison moons
Are by the sun
I a road, horizons change
The begun

The purple piper his tune
The choir softly
Three lullabies in an ancient
For the of the Crimson King

The of the city keys
Put on the dreams
I outside the pilgrim's door
With schemes

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

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

The pattern juggler lifts his
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 divining
To the hoax

The yellow jester does not
But gentle the strings
And as the puppets dance
In the court of the King