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

  rusted chains of prison moons
 Are shattered by the 
 I walk  road, horizons change
  tournament's begun.
 The  piper plays his tune,
 The choir  sing;
 Three lullabies in  ancient tongue,
 For the court of the crimson 
 
 The  of the city keys
 Put  on the dreams.
 I wait outside the  door
 With  schemes.
 The black queen 
 the  march,
 The  brass bells will ring;
 To summon  the fire witch
 To the court of the crimson 
 
 The gardener  an evergreen
 Whilst trampling on a 
 I chase the wind  a prism ship
 To taste the sweet  sour.
 The  juggler lifts his hand;
  orchestra begin.
 As slowly  the grinding wheel
 In the court of the  king.
 
 On soft  mornings widows cry,
  wise men share a joke;
 I run to grasp divining 
 To satisfy  hoax.
 The yellow jester  not play
 But gently pulls  strings
 And  as the puppets dance
 In the  of the crimson king