Luyện nghe bài hát Prince With A Thousand Enemies

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

Upon a cross, to a lathe,
ingenue, escapes unscathed,
You read the part, but you get it,
"Lancelot" out of the picture credit.

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

a cross, strapped to a lathe,
Young ingenue, unscathed,
You your part from your beer-gut heart,
Then you to earth, where you became a star.

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

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