Luyện nghe bài hát Princess Coldheart

Princess Coldheart her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her
between her lips. They waited proud; they waited 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 bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs
and rows of crosses.... Pretty bloomed; they draped themselves
'round and rows of crosses.

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

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

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

Then, one October night, the humble village fool 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
lets him kiss her breast.

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

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