Luyện nghe bài hát King Christian

1577, was born a king
Of architectural passion, conquerer and
Placed in dire peril, he stand tall and erect
In

All I do is run
Even twice as but half as bright
I did not
To impersonate a

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

Think him not so natured
Oh no, not the bit
the opposite
Because though he would build things
He his queen was mean
Anna Katherine, she's crying

All I do is run
Even as sweet but half as bright
I did not to impersonate a friend
I could not remain your

Lest it would have made a then
it possibly?
Well, no to you and me

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

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