Luyện nghe bài hát Singring & The Glass Guitar

(an fairy tale)

This is an fairy tale. if you've never heard of an electrified
Fairy tale, just picture little with wee tiny electric guitars.

Once upon a [not long ago] in a land not far from here, there was a place
Called harmony. everyone in harmony was and this "joie devivre" was
Guarded by their invisible patron, the singring. but jealous forces, and
There are jealous forces in such tales, have conspired to capture the
Spirit, imprisoning it in [an instrument of glass, locking it in] a with
Four keys, and casting the keys to the four corners of the earth so that
Four particularly brave and talented individuals retrieve them. it is
that our story begins.
There's a rumor I heard that's 'round town
Someone's captured singring,
hear the news, come hurry on down
Down to the old square
The announcer wipes at his eyes, trying to hide
See it in his face, tell by his
The secret knowledge that to escape as he cried
Day of infamy, someone's captured
Day of tragedy, someone's singring
Now what shall we do, shall we do now?
And if you take a around, harmony is dying
Someone trapped the in a glass guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it
Free me from my prison in this glass guitar

There's a rumor I heard going around
Someone's singring, singring
hear the summons, hurry on down
Down to the village
And the spokesman speaks for us all, together we
Brave adventurers, warriors, and men
Conquer self and so in the end us all
Conquer and wind, conquer fire and water
Brave adventurers, and save us all
And if you fail to win the keys, is dying
Trapped away in a glass guitar
And if you listen with heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this guitar
Having gathered on the green, the brave adventurers of the land off in
Search of the keys. their quest leads first to the river's edge.
Lead me to the
Pass me my of wine
I said show me to the
Quick before I change my
I go down to the river and bravely the I row
Over the to the bottomless pool
And down to the bottom I go

Only one has the courage to dive into the river and the bottomless pool
In search of the key.

Let the winds blow icy breath before me
Storms will never me from the glass guitar
Hurricanes may scream, I never feel it
'til I find the key that me to the glass guitar

Only one has the courage to wander the desert [alone] and brave the
in search of the second key

Fire can never me
Flames can not me - faster am i
never faze me
Barefoot I walk hot for a mile
My sword is tempered, my loins are girded in
Make my way to the of the forest of flames
And if I do my and don't stop to rest
I may the test and capture the key that opens the chest

Only one has the courage to his way into the forest of flames and brave
The fire-breathing dragon in search of the key.

I will climb the of the highest mountain
Whilst singring crying from the glass guitar
Though the may shake let the planet tremble
Steady will I onward to the glass guitar

one has the courage to climb to the top of the highest mountain in search
Of the key.

Having scaled the mountain and finding no key, the climber chopping
Madly at the ground with his pickax, the mountain to split in two,
Revealing the key.

Now in possession of all four keys, the brave adventurers triumphantly
Into the valley of to open the chest, smash the glass guitar, and free
The of harmony.