Luyện nghe bài hát What's Become of The Baby

Waves of violet go and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid
Mermaids on draw up the dawn

What's of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds in their flight
Drifting to the earth, of forgotten dreaming
Calling... answer there none
Go to sleep you child, of never ending always

Panes of crystal ice sparkle like
the polished ice caverns of Khan
But where in the looking glass of illusion
Wandered the child who was as dawn

What's become of the baby cold December morning?
What's of the baby this cold December morning?

Racing in of the sun
All the world captured in the eye of Odin
Allah, pray are you now?
All Mohammed's men by the sparkling waters

Scheherazade gathering stories to
primal gold fantasy petals that fall
But where is the who played with the sun chimes
And chased the shape to the regions of rhyme?

Stranded cries the south
Lost in the of lead
by chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead