🎵 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,  change
 The  begun.
 The  piper plays his tune,
 The choir  sing;
 Three lullabies in an  tongue,
  the court of the crimson king.
 
  keeper of the city keys
 Put shutters on  dreams.
 I wait outside the pilgrim's 
 With insufficient 
  black queen chants
 the funeral 
 The cracked  bells will ring;
  summon back the fire witch
 To the court of the crimson 
 
 The gardener  an evergreen
 Whilst  on a flower.
 I chase  wind of a prism ship
 To taste the  and sour.
 The pattern juggler  his hand;
  orchestra begin.
 As  turns the grinding wheel
 In the court of the crimson 
 
 On soft grey mornings  cry,
 The wise men share  joke;
 I run to grasp divining 
  satisfy the hoax.
 The  jester does not play
 But gently pulls  strings
  smiles as the puppets dance
  the court of the crimson king