Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

creeping
Like a up your spine
the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet

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

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

Your manager and
Are both busy on the
Selling photographs
To magazines home

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

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

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

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

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