Luyện nghe bài hát No Strings Attached

Now the final fallen,
for no goes on forever,
if the world's a - mine's empty.
whilst upon it tread never.
As the instruments lie in their coffins made of wood,
I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they
Whatever happened to the songs - the music we made,
and the joy we shared together as on me your played?
Are chose forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - shells (no strings attached).
the dying candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
a space once filled with bright,
the my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't
though it by chance they to life I'm certain they would weep; "
"What am I without your tender -
the to hold and guide me,
what purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer me?
I do not care I no hair - my painted face is scratched.
but fear my heart will shatter with no stings attached.

No mourners assemble in this graveyard,
a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.

Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow the stage,
he's played a and played the prince- (but never acts his age).
And If for once not lost for - l wonder what he d say,
to win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at

"Though I am not a man - my heart is pure and true,
and the only riches that I have - the I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of
Iike a of hope that's snatched.
Must I my whole time dreaming -
living no strings attached?"

No mourners assemble in this graveyard,
a of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into - and passion-plays to monologues.