Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lines converging where you
They must moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around feet
You the thunder of the train

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

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

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