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

 The rusted chains of prison 
 Are shattered by the 
 I walk a  horizons change
 The  begun.
  purple piper plays his tune,
 The choir softly 
 Three lullabies  an ancient tongue,
 For the court of  crimson king.
 
 The keeper of  city keys
 Put shutters  the dreams.
 I wait outside  pilgrim's door
  insufficient schemes.
 The black  chants
 the funeral 
 The  brass bells will ring;
  summon back the fire witch
 To  court of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener  an evergreen
  trampling on a flower.
 I  the wind of a prism ship
 To  the sweet and sour.
  pattern juggler lifts his hand;
 The orchestra 
 As slowly turns the grinding 
 In  court of the crimson king.
 
 On soft  mornings widows cry,
 The wise men  a joke;
 I run to grasp divining 
 To satisfy  hoax.
 The  jester does not play
 But gently pulls the 
 And smiles as  puppets dance
 In the court of  crimson king