Luyện nghe bài hát Singring & The Glass Guitar

(an fairy tale)

This is an electrified fairy tale. if you've heard of an electrified
Fairy tale, just picture little fairies wee tiny electric guitars.

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

There's a rumor I that's going around
Someone's singring, singring
Come the summons, hurry on down
Down to the green
And the spokesman for us all, together we call
adventurers, warriors, and free men
Conquer self and so in the end us all
Conquer earth and wind, conquer fire and
Brave adventurers, and save us all
And if you fail to win the keys, harmony is
Trapped away in a glass guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it
Free me from my crystal prison in glass guitar
gathered on the green, the brave adventurers of the land march off in
Search of the keys. their leads them first to the river's edge.
Lead me to the
Pass me my of wine
I said show me to the
Quick I change my mind
I go to the river and bravely the rapids I row
the falls to the bottomless pool
And it's down to the I go

Only one has the courage to dive into the river and brave the pool
In of the first key.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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