Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

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

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

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

Your and agent
Are both busy on the
colored photographs
To magazines back

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

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

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

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

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