Luyện nghe bài hát Count Of Tuscany

Several ago in a foreign town
Far away from home I met the of Tuscany
A young man bred from royal blood
Took me for a ride the open countryside

Get into my car, go for a drive
the way I'll be your guide, just step inside
Maybe you'll recall a cannibal
A character inspired by my life

Winding through the hills, city far
On and on we drove narrow streets and dusty roads
At last we came upon a picturesque
On sprawling emerald fields, an ancient of times gone by

Let me my brother
A gentleman, historian
Sucking on his pipe, distinguished
Making me uptight, no

I wanna alive
Everything this place just doesn't feel right
I, I wanna die
Suddenly I'm frightened for my

I say goodbye
This could be the time you see me alive
I, I may not
it from the moment we arrived

Would you to see our secret holy place?
I come here late at night to pray to him by
Then peering through the glass I saw disbelief
dressed in royal clothes the saint behind the altar

History during times of war
Legend has been traced back inside castle walls
The came to hide in barrels filled with wine
Never to escape, these tombs of oak are they died

Down the cellar I disappear
Like the angel's the end is near
and have a taste, a rare vintage
All the finest wines improve age

I stay alive
Everything about this place just doesn't right
I, I wanna die
I'm frightened for my life

I say goodbye
could be the last time you see me alive
I, I may not
Knew it from the we arrived

Could this be the end? Is this the way I
here alone, no one by my side
I don't understand, I don't that I deserve this
What did I do wrong? I don't understand
I just understand

Give me one chance, let me please explain
all been circumstance, I'll tell you once again
You took me for a ride a vast adventure
The next thing that I know I'm for my life

Now a minute man, that's not how it is
You must be confused, that who I am
don't be afraid, I would never try to hurt you
This is how we live although it seems please try to forgive

The and the saint, the soldiers and the wine
The fables and the tales all handed through time
Of course free to go, go and tell the world my story
Tell about my brother, tell about me, the Count of Tuscany