Luyện nghe bài hát Prince With A Thousand Enemies

There was one king, was his one sin,
You never make a move, you've got something to prove.

a cross, strapped to a lathe,
Young ingenue, unscathed,
You the part, but you didn't get it,
left "Lancelot" out of the credit.

If there's one line, that springs to mind today,
bottom-lit face, hovering in outerspace.

Upon a cross, to a lathe,
Young ingenue, unscathed,
You read your part your beer-gut heart,
Then you fell to earth, where you a star.

Each time, I see, face, remains,
Your beer-gutheart unscathed,
Lancelot out of a part,
You the monster, but not the art.

You fell to earth, but you it back, now.
You slipped at the tracks now, the one the cross?
And it's all bad hasn't it?
Now you're dead.