Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

Apprehension
Like a up your spine
Will the tightrope the end
Will the final couplet

And it's high time,
It is time, Cymbaline
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 magazines back

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

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

And it strikes you
That they're moving into
And Strange
Is always changing

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

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