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

 The  chains of prison moons
 Are shattered by  sun.
 I  a road, horizons change
  tournament's begun.
 The  piper plays his tune,
 The choir softly 
 Three lullabies  an ancient tongue,
 For the court  the crimson king.
 
  keeper of the city keys
 Put  on the dreams.
 I wait outside the pilgrim's 
 With  schemes.
 The black  chants
  funeral march,
 The cracked brass bells  ring;
 To summon  the fire witch
 To the court of the  king.
 
 The gardener plants an 
 Whilst trampling  a flower.
 I  the wind of a prism ship
 To taste the  and sour.
 The pattern juggler lifts his 
  orchestra begin.
  slowly turns the grinding wheel
 In the court of the crimson 
 
 On soft  mornings widows cry,
 The wise men share  joke;
 I run to grasp  signs
 To  the hoax.
 The yellow  does not play
 But gently pulls the 
 And smiles as  puppets dance
 In the  of the crimson king