Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal Ball

As I looked my crystal ball...
There was a tragedy.
Oh but nothing to worry about...
It was just a flash my memory.
Well it seems that the wheel...,
You know, the one was between 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 on earth we lost 3 continents.
fiery soul snuffed out by
ice and rains...

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

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

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

Diana wept a tear we made love
And said: my earthly darling, I bid
You farewell...the fate of mud brothers ...
As of my life...floating,
soaring in space...
She could been my wife
But her time, I didn't dare
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 it's
Through space...to men the false pride
Opposite...telling them it was
Such a disgrace to that men were
The of it. well you know
How the story goes...the sun they
Was their slave...
Round and round and 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
Dizziness felt inside...
off the spinning
Slave earth...

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

As my tears drop on my ball,
the reflections of christ.
As I blink, his angels him away.
he said, man tries to self
?help god. as reward, he
our blood from his eyes...
And the that he would
Use for his throne
Not but death. is this the way
All heroes go ? ...carrying the first
Of death...
His preaching the
Of eternal to rest.
Or were his angels just
Vapor lead from
Another year land...
Or was it really
day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger of man...

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

As I wander my crystal ball,
I suddenly ride upon the of sound.
I see of launching
Pads even before the blade of
turned brown.

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