Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

The you tread is narrow
And the drop is and very high
The all are watching
From a vantage nearby

Apprehension
a tube-train up your spine
Will the reach the end
the final couplet rhyme

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

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

Your and agent
Are busy on the phone
colored photographs
To magazines home

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

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

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

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

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