Luyện nghe bài hát No Strings Attached

Now the final fallen,
for no goes on forever,
if the a stage - mine's empty.
whilst it you'll tread never.
As the instruments lie silent in their made of wood,
I rest assured they'd say words - If say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music we made,
and the joy we shared together as on me your played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no attached).
Amidst the candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
a space filled with laughter bright,
the place my heart home
Now the puppets are my - but wood and straw can't speak;
it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep; "
"What am I your tender touch -
the to hold and guide me,
what purpose has a with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no hair - my painted is scratched.
but fear my wooden will shatter with no stings attached.

No mourners assemble in this graveyard,
a dearth of bloom upon my - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns 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 for words - l wonder what he d say,
to win fair maiden, the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?

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

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