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

 The rusted chains of prison 
 Are shattered  the sun.
 I walk  road, horizons change
 The tournament's 
 The purple  plays his tune,
 The choir  sing;
 Three lullabies in an ancient 
 For the court of the crimson 
 
  keeper of the city keys
 Put  on the dreams.
 I wait outside the pilgrim's 
 With insufficient 
 The black  chants
 the funeral 
 The cracked brass bells will 
 To summon  the fire witch
 To the  of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener  an evergreen
  trampling on a flower.
 I chase the wind of a prism 
 To taste  sweet and sour.
  pattern juggler lifts his hand;
  orchestra begin.
 As  turns the grinding wheel
  the court of the crimson king.
 
 On soft grey mornings widows 
 The wise men share a 
 I run to grasp  signs
 To satisfy the 
 The yellow jester does  play
 But gently  the strings
 And smiles as  puppets dance
 In the court of  crimson king