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

  rusted chains of prison moons
 Are shattered by  sun.
 I walk a  horizons change
 The  begun.
 The purple piper  his tune,
 The  softly sing;
 Three lullabies in an ancient 
 For  court of the crimson king.
 
 The keeper of the  keys
 Put  on the dreams.
 I wait outside  pilgrim's door
 With  schemes.
 The black  chants
  funeral march,
 The cracked brass  will ring;
 To summon back the  witch
 To the court of the  king.
 
  gardener plants an evergreen
 Whilst trampling on a 
 I chase the wind of  prism ship
 To taste the sweet  sour.
  pattern juggler lifts his hand;
 The  begin.
 As slowly turns the grinding 
 In the court of  crimson king.
 
 On soft  mornings widows cry,
 The wise  share a joke;
 I run to  divining signs
  satisfy the hoax.
 The yellow  does not play
 But  pulls the strings
 And smiles  the puppets dance
 In the court of  crimson king