Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but nothing to worry about...
It was just a flash my memory.
Well it seems 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 we lost 3 continents.
Their soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

As I upon my crystal ball,
formed a cloud of jealousy.
But there's to feel sad about...
By this time, it's due for history.
Well, it that the chambers of the
Gods were being for good.
Why would such heavenly beings
To desert ?
But as I I understood.

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

wept a tear 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 been my wife
But her time, I didn't wish
To waste.

As I stared my crystal ball,
was formed a tearing of hearts.
Ego marched antly onto view
Only to be apart.

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men thinking the false
Opposite...telling them it was
Such a disgrace to think that men
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 to their grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the hurting of space. and the
Dizziness felt inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

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

As my tears on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
What he said, man to self
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his throne
Not but death. is this the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
Of happiness to rest.
Or were his angels ufos
trails lead from
Another year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger of man...

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

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

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