Luyện nghe bài hát Count Of Tuscany

Several years ago in a foreign
Far away home I met the Count of Tuscany
A young eccentric man from royal blood
Took me for a across the open countryside

Get into my car, go for a drive
Along the way I'll be your guide, step inside
you'll recall a cannibal curator
A character inspired by my brother's

Winding through the hills, far behind
On and on we drove down narrow and dusty roads
At last we upon a picturesque estate
On sprawling emerald fields, an ancient world of times by

Let me introduce my
A bearded gentleman,
Sucking on his pipe, distinguished
me uptight, no accident

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

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

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

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

Down the cellar stairs I
Like the angel's share the end is
and have a taste, a rare vintage
All the wines improve with age

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

I say goodbye
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 don't understand, I don't feel I deserve this
did I do wrong? I just don't understand
I just understand

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

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

The chapel and the saint, the soldiers and the
The fables and the all handed down through time
Of course you're free to go, go and tell the world my
Tell about my brother, tell about me, the Count of Tuscany