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

  rusted chains of prison moons
 Are shattered by the 
 I  a road, horizons change
 The tournament's 
 The purple  plays his tune,
 The  softly sing;
 Three lullabies in an  tongue,
  the court of the crimson king.
 
 The keeper of the  keys
 Put  on the dreams.
 I wait outside  pilgrim's door
 With insufficient 
 The black  chants
 the funeral 
 The cracked brass bells will 
 To  back the fire witch
 To the court of  crimson king.
 
 The gardener  an evergreen
 Whilst trampling on a 
 I chase the wind of a  ship
 To  the sweet and sour.
 The pattern juggler lifts  hand;
 The  begin.
 As slowly turns the grinding 
 In the  of the crimson king.
 
 On soft  mornings widows cry,
 The wise men share a 
 I run  grasp divining signs
 To  the hoax.
 The yellow jester does not 
 But gently pulls the 
 And smiles  the puppets dance
 In the court of  crimson king