Luyện nghe bài hát Princess Coldheart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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