Luyện nghe bài hát Script for a Jesters Tear

So here I am once in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more in a diary, self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide, on sentiment and pride
Too to say I love you, too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my 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 emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
The is over

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

I act the role in style
Of a martyr carved with a smile
To bleed the lyric for song
To write the to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken
To exorcise silent scream
A that's borne from sorrow

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

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

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

Can you say you love me