Luyện nghe bài hát Singring & The Glass Guitar

(an electrified tale)

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

Once upon a time [not ago] in a land not far from here, there was a place
Called harmony. everyone in harmony was happy and "joie devivre" was
by their invisible patron, the muse singring. but jealous forces, and
There are always jealous forces in such tales, have to capture the
Spirit, imprisoning it in [an of glass, locking it in] a chest 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
Here our story begins.
There's a rumor I heard that's 'round town
Someone's captured singring,
Come the news, come hurry on down
to the old town square
The announcer at his eyes, he's trying to hide
See it in his face, by his expression
The secret knowledge claws to escape as he cried
Day of infamy, captured singring
Day of tragedy, someone's captured
Now shall we do, what shall we do now?
And if you a look around, harmony is dying
trapped the spirit in a glass guitar
And if you listen with heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this guitar

a rumor I heard that's going around
Someone's singring, singring
Come hear the summons, on down
Down to the village
And the speaks for us all, together we call
adventurers, warriors, and free men
Conquer and so in the end save us all
Conquer earth and wind, conquer fire and
adventurers, come and save us all
And if you fail to win the keys, harmony is
Trapped away in a glass guitar
And if you listen your heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in glass guitar
Having gathered on the green, the adventurers of the land march 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 me to the water
Quick before I my mind
I go to the river and bravely the rapids I row
Over the to the bottomless pool
And it's down to the I go

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

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

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

Fire can never me
Flames can not catch me - am i
Blazes never me
Barefoot I walk hot coals for a
My sword is tempered, my are girded in steel
Make my way to the heart of the 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 his way into the forest of flames and brave
The fire-breathing in search of the third key.

I will the face of the highest mountain
Whilst singring calls from the glass guitar
Though the earth may shake let the tremble
will I struggle onward to the glass guitar

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

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

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