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

 The rusted  of prison moons
  shattered by the sun.
 I walk a  horizons change
 The  begun.
 The purple  plays his tune,
  choir softly sing;
 Three lullabies  an ancient tongue,
 For the  of the crimson king.
 
 The keeper of the city 
 Put shutters on  dreams.
 I wait  the pilgrim's door
 With insufficient 
 The black queen 
  funeral march,
 The cracked brass  will ring;
  summon back the fire witch
  the court of the crimson king.
 
 The gardener plants an 
 Whilst trampling on  flower.
  chase the wind of a prism ship
 To taste the sweet  sour.
 The pattern juggler lifts his 
  orchestra begin.
 As slowly turns the grinding 
 In the court  the crimson king.
 
 On soft grey mornings  cry,
 The wise men share a 
 I run to  divining signs
 To satisfy  hoax.
 The yellow  does not play
 But gently pulls  strings
  smiles as the puppets dance
  the court of the crimson king