Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked my crystal ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's nothing to about...
It was a flash from my memory.
Well it seems that the wheel...,
You know, the one that was earth
And the moon...well any way, was
2,000,000 killed...bodies in the
Afternoon...

Explosions, 1,000 or more,
Tidal and hurricanes...
And on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery snuffed out by
ice and rains...

And of my life...floating,
Still soaring space...
But my sons and their
Landed on mars to start race...

As I gazed my crystal ball,
There a cloud of jealousy.
But there's nothing to sad about...
By this time, it's due for history.
Well, it that the chambers of the
Gods were emptied for good.
Why would such heavenly want
To earth ?
But as I I understood.

As the turned to a jealous
Green, which was concieved in the
Of man...the didn't respect
The help of the gods. instead they against
man. as they tried to defy, they
Died, into the wicked of hell.

Diana wept a tear after we made
And said: my darling, I must bid
You farewell...the fate of mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
She could have my wife
But her time, I dare wish
To waste.

As I into my crystal ball,
There was formed a of hearts.
Ego armies marched onto view
to be blown apart.

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men thinking the pride
Opposite...telling them it was
a disgrace to think that men were
The ruler of it. you know
How the story goes...the sun thought
Was circling slave...
Round and and round the
Table she goes. carried
The thought right to grave...
And I smell the of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
Dizziness felt inside...
Reflected off the
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some in space
of my soul
Will turn complete only as time age.

As my drop on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
he said, man tries to self
?help god. as reward, he
Wipes our from his eyes...
And the cross he would
Use for his represents
Not life but death. is the way
All go ? ...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His preaching the
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels ufos
Vapor trails lead
light year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

And of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
And of bee hives
Even they a resting place.

As I wander through my ball,
I suddenly ride upon the of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads even before the first of
Grass brown.

And I taste tunnels through
The sky...as the turns in it's womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
Hold they had before
morning bloomed...
And I follow the last up
To the libraries of the meadows.