Luyện nghe bài hát The Court Of The Crimson (king Edit)

The dance of the
The rusted chains of prison
Are by the sun.
I walk a road, change
The begun.
The purple piper his tune,
The choir softly
Three in an ancient tongue,
For the of the crimson king.

The keeper of the keys
Put on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims
With schemes.
The queen chants
The march,
The cracked bells will ring;
To summon back the fire
To the of the crimson king.

The plants an evergreen
Whilst on a flower.
I chase the wind of a ship
To the sweet and sour.
The juggler lifts his hand;
The begin.
As slowly the grinding wheel
In the of the crimson king.

On gray mornings widows cry
The wise men a joke;
I run to divining signs
To the hoax.
The yellow jester not play
But gentle pulls the
And smiles as the puppets
In the of the crimson king.