Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked into my ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's to worry about...
It was a flash from my memory.
Well it that the holiday wheel...,
You know, the one was between 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 earth we 3 continents.
Their fiery snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

As I gazed upon my ball,
formed a cloud of jealousy.
But nothing to feel sad about...
By this time, it's due for history.
Well, it seems the chambers of the
were being emptied for good.
Why would such heavenly want
To earth ?
But as I I understood.

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

Diana wept a tear after we 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 my wife
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

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

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men thinking the pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a disgrace to think men were
The of it. well you know
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was their slave...
and round and round the
Table she goes. carried
The thought right to grave...
And I smell the of the
out minds...who searched
For the truth of space. and the
Dizziness they inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

As of my life...
floating, some soaring in space
Collections of my
Will complete only as time will age.

As my tears on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his take him away.
What he said, man tries to
from god. as reward, he
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the cross he would
Use for his throne
Not life but death. is the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his just ufos
Vapor trails from
light year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
And spirits of bee
Even they a resting place.

As I wander through my ball,
I suddenly upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads even before the first of
Grass brown.

And I taste tunnels through
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
flowers and animals try to
Hold positions they had
Their bloomed...
And I follow the last up
To the of the moon's meadows.