Luyện nghe bài hát No Strings Attached

Now the final fallen,
for no goes on forever,
if the a stage - mine's empty.
whilst upon it you'll never.
As the instruments lie in their coffins made of wood,
I rest assured they'd say words - If say these words they could;
Whatever to the songs - the music that we made,
and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers
Are symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
Amidst the candle-light,
I sit forlorn, alone,
a once filled with laughter bright,
the place my called 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 has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?
I do not care I have no - my painted face is scratched.
but fear my wooden heart will with no stings attached.

No mourners assemble in white-elephant's 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 princes into frogs - and to monologues.

Now last and least - the his bow upon 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 that I have - the love I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of
Iike a purse of that's snatched.
Must I my whole time dreaming -
life no strings attached?"

No mourners assemble in 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 - these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.