Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

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

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

A butterfly broken wings
Is by your side
The all are closing in
There's you can hide

manager and agent
Are both busy on the
Selling photographs
To back home

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

The lines converging you stand
They have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around feet
You hear the of the train

And it strikes you
That moving into range
And Strange
Is always changing

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

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