Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

creeping
Like a up your spine
the tightrope reach the end
Will the final rhyme

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

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

Your manager and
Are both on the phone
Selling photographs
To magazines back

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

The lines where you stand
They must have the picture plane
The leaves are around your feet
You hear the thunder of the

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

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

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