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

 The rusted chains  prison moons
 Are  by the sun.
 I walk a road, horizons 
  tournament's begun.
 The purple piper plays his 
 The choir softly 
 Three lullabies  an ancient tongue,
 For the court of the  king.
 
 The keeper of the  keys
  shutters on the dreams.
 I wait outside  pilgrim's door
  insufficient schemes.
 The  queen chants
 the  march,
 The cracked brass bells  ring;
 To summon back the  witch
 To  court of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener  an evergreen
  trampling on a flower.
 I chase  wind of a prism ship
 To taste the sweet and 
 The pattern juggler lifts  hand;
  orchestra begin.
 As slowly turns  grinding wheel
  the court of the crimson king.
 
 On  grey mornings widows cry,
 The wise men share a 
  run to grasp divining signs
 To satisfy  hoax.
 The  jester does not play
  gently pulls the strings
 And  as the puppets dance
 In  court of the crimson king