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 in their coffins made of wood,
I rest they'd say these 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 symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no attached).
the dying candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
a space once filled with bright,
the place my heart home
Now the puppets are my company - but and straw can't speak;
though it by chance they came to 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 wooden heart will shatter with no attached.

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

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

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

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