Luyện nghe bài hát The Court Of The Crimson King, Including 'the Return Of The Fire

The rusted chains of moons
Are by the sun.
I walk a road, change
The begun.
The purple plays his tune,
The softly sing;
lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the king.

The of the city keys
Put on the dreams.
I wait the pilgrim's door
With schemes.
The black chants
the march,
The brass bells will ring;
To summon back the witch
To the of the crimson king.

The plants an evergreen
trampling on a flower.
I the wind of a prism ship
To the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler his hand;
The begin.
As slowly turns the wheel
In the of the crimson king.

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