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

 The rusted chains of prison 
 Are shattered by the 
 I walk a road,  change
 The  begun.
 The purple  plays his tune,
 The  softly sing;
 Three lullabies in an  tongue,
 For the court of the  king.
 
 The keeper of  city keys
 Put shutters on  dreams.
 I wait outside the  door
 With insufficient 
  black queen chants
  funeral march,
 The  brass bells will ring;
  summon back the fire witch
 To  court of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener plants  evergreen
 Whilst trampling  a flower.
  chase the wind of a prism ship
 To taste the  and sour.
 The pattern  lifts his hand;
  orchestra begin.
 As slowly turns  grinding wheel
 In the court of  crimson king.
 
 On soft grey mornings  cry,
 The wise men  a joke;
  run to grasp divining signs
 To satisfy the 
  yellow jester does not play
 But gently pulls the 
 And smiles as  puppets dance
  the court of the crimson king