Luyện nghe bài hát No Strings Attached

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

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

Now last and least - the his bow upon the stage,
he's played a fool and played the prince- (but acts his age).
And If for once not lost for - 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 is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope snatched.
Must I spend my time dreaming -
living life no attached?"

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