Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

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

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

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

Your and agent
Are busy on the phone
Selling photographs
To back home

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

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

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

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

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