Luyện nghe bài hát Princess Coldheart

Princess Coldheart her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her
chain between her lips. They waited proud; they willing...filed
in, failed, and so she them.

Sitting on her cutglass for forty years, without a phone, without
a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead they couldn't
her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped 'round tombs
and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped
'round tombs and of crosses.

Some were daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some
touch her hand. Money signs etched in eyes. She sensed it;
one-by-one died.

chanted poems...even showered her with strange expensive gifts.
She read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery to
rest.

In the courtyard bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs
and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; draped themselves
'round and rows of crosses.

Then, one October night, the humble village fool sight of
Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a against her throne. He
snatched her and took her home.

they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She
even lets him her breast.

In the courtyard flowers they drape themselves 'round tombs and
rows of crosses.... In garden flowers bloom; they pick them,
decorate room. It's touching.

touching, so touching. It's touching, so touching.