Luyện nghe bài hát King of Bohemia

Let me you in my arms
I'll you safe and small
A refugee the Seraphim
With your rich rags and all

Did your dreams die young, they too hard won
Did you reach too and fall?
And there is no rest for the ones God
And He blessed you of all

Your eyes from a different face
seen that much that soon
Your too cold, too pale to shine
an old and waning moon

And is no peace, no true release
No place to crawl
And there is no for the ones God blessed
And He blessed you of all

If tears could heal your heart
If words unsaid could
you melt into the night
With and rue the day

Did your dreams die young, were they too won
Did you reach too and fall?
And there is no for the ones God blessed
And He you best of all