Luyện nghe bài hát Princess Coldheart

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happily lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She
lets him kiss her breast.

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

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