Luyện nghe bài hát Princess Coldheart

Princess closed 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 throne for years, without a phone, without
a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, because they couldn't
her.

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

Some daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some would
touch her hand. Money etched in their eyes. She sensed it;
they died.

Others chanted poems...even showered her with strange gifts.
She wouldn't she owned the best. She laid their flattery to
rest.

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

Then, one night, the humble village fool caught sight of
Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock her throne. He
her hand and took her home.

Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain his chest. She
even him kiss her breast.

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

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