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 fairies with wee tiny electric guitars.

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

There's a rumor I heard going around
Someone's saving singring,
Come the summons, hurry on down
Down to the green
And the spokesman speaks for us all, together we
adventurers, warriors, and free men
Conquer self and so in the end us all
Conquer earth and wind, conquer and water
Brave adventurers, come and us all
And if you to win the keys, harmony is dying
Trapped away forever in a glass
And if you with your heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this glass
Having on the green, the brave adventurers of the land march off in
of the keys. their quest leads them first to the river's edge.
Lead me to the
Pass me my flagon of
I said me to the water
Quick before I my mind
I go to the river and bravely the rapids I row
Over the falls to the bottomless
And down to the bottom 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 never keep me from the glass guitar
Hurricanes may scream, I will never it
'til I find the key that leads me to the glass

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

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

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

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

Only one has the 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, causing the to split 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.