Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

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

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

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

Your and agent
Are busy on the phone
colored photographs
To magazines back

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

The lines converging where you
must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are around your feet
You the thunder of the train

And suddenly it you
That they're into range
And Strange
Is changing size

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

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