Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's nothing to about...
It was just a flash my memory.
Well it seems the holiday wheel...,
You know, the one that was earth
And the moon...well any way, was
2,000,000 killed...bodies in the
Afternoon...

Explosions, 1,000 or more,
waves and hurricanes...
And down on we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul out by
ice and rains...

And of my life...floating,
Still soaring space...
But my sons and wives
Landed on mars to start race...

As I gazed upon my ball,
There a cloud of jealousy.
But there's nothing to sad about...
By this time, it's due for history.
Well, it seems that the of the
Gods were emptied for good.
Why would heavenly beings want
To desert ?
But as I I understood.

As the turned to a jealous
Green, which was concieved in the
Of man...the people didn't
The help of the gods. they turned against
Immortal man. as they tried to defy,
Died, into the wicked of hell.

Diana wept a after we made love
And said: my darling, I must bid
You farewell...the of your mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
She could have been my
But her time, I didn't dare
To waste.

As I stared into my ball,
There was a tearing of hearts.
Ego armies marched onto view
to be blown apart.

As the sun it's secret
Through space...to men the false pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a to think that men were
The ruler of it. well you
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was circling slave...
Round and round and the
Table she goes. some
The thought to their grave...
And I smell the of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the hurting of space. and the
Dizziness felt inside...
Reflected off the
pebble earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some in space
of my soul
Will turn complete only as will age.

As my drop on my crystal ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
What he said, man tries to
?help god. as reward, he
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the cross that he
Use for his represents
Not but death. is this the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his angels ufos
trails lead from
Another light land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
Still in space...
And spirits of bee
they find a resting place.

As I wander through my ball,
I suddenly ride upon the of sound.
I see of launching
even before the first blade of
Grass brown.

And I their tunnels through
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
flowers and animals try to
Hold positions had before
morning bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the of the moon's meadows.