Luyện nghe bài hát Count Of Tuscany

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

Get my car, let's go for a drive
Along the way be your guide, just step inside
Maybe you'll recall a cannibal
A character by my brother's life

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

Let me my brother
A bearded gentleman,
Sucking on his pipe, accent
Making me uptight, no

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

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

Would you like to see our secret place?
I here late at night to pray to him by candlelight
Then peering through the glass I saw with
Still dressed in royal clothes the behind the altar

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

Down the cellar stairs I
Like the share the end is near
Come and a taste, a rare vintage
All the wines improve with age

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

I wanna say
This could be the last you see me alive
I, I may not
Knew it the moment we arrived

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

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

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

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