Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

The you tread is narrow
And the is shear and very high
The ravens all are
From a point nearby

Apprehension
Like a tube-train up your
Will the reach the end
Will the final couplet

And high time, Cymbaline
It is time, Cymbaline
wake me

A butterfly with wings
Is falling by your
The ravens all are in
nowhere you can hide

Your manager and
Are both busy on the
colored photographs
To magazines home

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

The lines where you stand
They must have moved the plane
The leaves are heavy your feet
You hear the of the train

And it strikes you
That they're moving range
And Doctor
Is changing size

And high time, Cymbaline
It is high time,
wake me

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