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, horizons
The begun.
The purple plays his tune,
The choir sing;
Three in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the king.

The keeper of the keys
Put on the dreams.
I outside the pilgrim's door
insufficient schemes.
The black chants
the march,
The cracked bells will ring;
To summon back the fire
To the court of the king.

The gardener plants an
trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a ship
To the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his
The begin.
As slowly turns the wheel
In the court of the king.

On soft gray widows cry
The men share a joke;
I run to grasp signs
To the hoax.
The yellow does not play
But pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets
In the of the crimson king.