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

 The rusted chains of  moons
 Are  by the sun.
 I  a road, horizons change
 The tournament's 
  purple piper plays his tune,
  choir softly sing;
 Three lullabies in an  tongue,
  the court of the crimson king.
 
 The  of the city keys
 Put shutters  the dreams.
 I wait outside  pilgrim's door
 With  schemes.
 The black queen 
 the  march,
 The cracked brass bells will 
 To  back the fire witch
  the court of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener plants an 
 Whilst trampling  a flower.
 I chase the wind of a  ship
  taste the sweet and sour.
 The  juggler lifts his hand;
 The  begin.
 As slowly turns  grinding wheel
 In the court of the  king.
 
 On soft grey  widows cry,
 The wise men  a joke;
 I run to  divining signs
  satisfy the hoax.
  yellow jester does not play
  gently pulls the strings
 And smiles as the  dance
 In the  of the crimson king