Luyện nghe bài hát Script for a Jesters Tear

So here I am more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more in a diary, self-penned.
Yet emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I you, too late to restage the play
Abandoning the in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Too late to play, the game is

Yet another emotional overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is

Too late to say I love you, too to restage the play
The is over

I act the role in classic
Of a martyr carved with a smile
To bleed the lyric for this
To write the rites to my wrongs
An to a broken dream
To exorcise this silent
A scream that's borne sorrow

I never did write that song
The words just never seemed to
Now sad in
Did I through perfection
And the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the side of mourning
Promised now a wake

The fool escaped from will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to why?
As you grow up and leave the
Where you kissed your prince and found frog
Remember the jester that you tears,
The script for

So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your gown
In the silence of my shame, the that sang the siren's song
Has gone solo in the game, I've solo in the game
But the game is

Can you still say you me