Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

The path you tread is
And the drop is shear and very
The all are watching
From a vantage nearby

creeping
Like a tube-train up your
Will the tightrope the end
the final couplet rhyme

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

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

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

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

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

And suddenly it you
they're moving into range
And Strange
Is always size

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

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