Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

The path you is narrow
And the drop is and very high
The all are watching
From a vantage point

Apprehension
a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope the end
Will the final rhyme

And it's high time,
It is time, Cymbaline
wake me

A butterfly broken wings
Is falling by your
The all are closing in
There's you can hide

Your manager and
Are busy on the phone
Selling colored
To magazines back

And it's high time,
It is high time,
Please me

The converging where you stand
They must moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your
You hear the of the train

And suddenly it you
That they're moving range
And Strange
Is always changing

And it's time, Cymbaline
It is time, Cymbaline
Please me

And it's time, Cymbaline
It is time, Cymbaline
Please me