Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked 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 between
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.
fiery soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

As I gazed upon my ball,
There formed a of jealousy.
But there's to feel sad about...
By this time, due for only history.
Well, it that the chambers of the
Gods were emptied for good.
Why would such heavenly want
To desert ?
But as I I understood.

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

Diana wept a tear after we love
And my earthly darling, I must bid
You farewell...the fate of mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
Still in space...
She could 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 it's secret
Through space...to men the false pride
Opposite...telling that it was
Such a to think that men were
The ruler of it. well you
How the story goes...the sun they
Was circling slave...
Round and and round the
she goes. some carried
The thought right to grave...
And I the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who
For the truth of space. and the
they felt inside...
Reflected off the
Slave earth...

As of my life...
Some floating, soaring in space
Collections of my
Will turn complete as time will age.

As my drop on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
What he said, man tries to
from god. as reward, he
Wipes our blood his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his represents
Not life but death. is the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the necklace
Of death...
His the belief
Of eternal to rest.
Or his angels just ufos
Vapor lead from
Another year land...
Or was it tomorrow's
day dream...blemished
By the finger prints of man...

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

As I through my crystal ball,
I ride upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of
Pads even before the blade of
turned brown.

And I taste their tunnels
The sky...as the axis turns in womb.
Frozen flowers and try to
Hold positions they had
morning bloomed...
And I follow the rocket up
To the libraries of the meadows.