Luyện nghe bài hát What's Become of The Baby

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

become of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds frozen in flight
to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Calling... comes there none
Go to sleep you child, of never ending always

Panes of crystal ice like waterfalls
the polished ice caverns of Khan
But where in the glass fields of illusion
the child who was perfect as dawn

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

in rhythms of the sun
All the world captured in the eye of Odin
Allah, where are you now?
All Mohammed's men blinded by the waters

Scheherazade stories to tell
From primal gold fantasy that fall
But where is the childhood who played the sun chimes
And chased the cloud to the regions of rhyme?

cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of
by chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead