🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Court Of The Crimson King - King Crimson

  rusted chains of prison moons
 Are  by the sun.
 I walk a road, horizons 
  tournament's begun.
  purple piper plays his tune,
 The  softly sing;
 Three lullabies in an  tongue,
 For  court of the crimson king.
 
 The keeper  the city keys
  shutters on the dreams.
 I wait outside  pilgrim's door
 With  schemes.
 The black  chants
 the  march,
 The cracked brass bells will 
 To  back the fire witch
 To  court of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener plants  evergreen
 Whilst trampling on a 
 I chase the wind of a  ship
 To  the sweet and sour.
 The pattern juggler lifts his 
 The  begin.
 As slowly turns  grinding wheel
 In  court of the crimson king.
 
 On soft grey  widows cry,
  wise men share a joke;
 I run to grasp divining 
 To  the hoax.
 The yellow jester  not play
 But  pulls the strings
  smiles as the puppets dance
 In the court  the crimson king