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

 The rusted chains  prison moons
  shattered by the sun.
 I walk  road, horizons change
 The  begun.
 The purple  plays his tune,
 The choir  sing;
  lullabies in an ancient tongue,
 For the court of  crimson king.
 
 The keeper  the city keys
 Put  on the dreams.
 I wait outside the pilgrim's 
 With insufficient 
  black queen chants
 the funeral 
 The cracked  bells will ring;
 To  back the fire witch
 To the court  the crimson king.
 
  gardener plants an evergreen
 Whilst  on a flower.
 I chase the  of a prism ship
  taste the sweet and sour.
 The  juggler lifts his hand;
  orchestra begin.
 As slowly turns  grinding wheel
 In  court of the crimson king.
 
 On soft  mornings widows cry,
 The wise men  a joke;
 I run to grasp  signs
  satisfy the hoax.
 The yellow jester does not 
 But gently pulls the 
 And  as the puppets dance
  the court of the crimson king