Luyện nghe bài hát King Christian

1577, there was born a
Of passion, conquerer and artist
Placed in dire peril, he would tall and erect
In

All I do is run
twice as sweet but half as bright
I did not
To a friend

If I didn't my luck
to the clock's last ticking tock
I ascend at last
Like a never asked

Think him not so good
Oh no, not the bit
the opposite
Because even he would build things
He onto his was mean
Poor Katherine, she's crying

All I do is run
Even twice as sweet but half as
I did not intend to a friend
I could not your friend

Lest it would made a difference then
Could it
Well, no to you and me

Hey, this is the speaking to ya
Bet you didn't think I'd it this far
But I you all remember old Christian
I was 4, you see

And people think of me and say
"A king, he" and cry