Luyện nghe bài hát No Strings Attached

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

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

Now last and - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,
he's a fool 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 wealthy man - my heart is and true,
and the only riches that I have - the love I for you.
Now my life is of meaning
Iike a purse of hope snatched.
Must I spend my whole time -
life no strings attached?"

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