Luyện nghe bài hát No Strings Attached

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

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

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

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

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