Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I into my crystal ball...
was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there's to worry about...
It was just a flash 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,
waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we 3 continents.
fiery soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

As the turned to a jealous
Green, was concieved in the heart
Of man...the people respect
The help of the gods. they turned against
Immortal man. as they tried to defy,
Died, into the wicked of hell.

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

As I stared my crystal ball,
was formed a tearing of hearts.
Ego armies marched antly onto
Only to be apart.

As the sun whispered secret
Through space...to men the false pride
Opposite...telling them it was
Such a disgrace to think men were
The of it. well you know
How the story goes...the sun they
Was circling slave...
and round and round the
Table she goes. carried
The right to their grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the hurting of space. and the
they felt inside...
Reflected off the
pebble earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, some in space
Collections of my
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 blood his eyes...
And the cross that he
Use for his throne
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 just ufos
Vapor trails from
Another year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy prints of man...

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

As I through my crystal ball,
I suddenly upon the waves of sound.
I see of launching
even before the first blade of
Grass brown.

And I taste their through
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
Hold they had before
Their bloomed...
And I the last rocket up
To the of the moon's meadows.