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, picture little fairies with 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 and this "joie devivre" was
Guarded by invisible patron, the muse 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, locking it in] a with
Four keys, and casting the keys to the four corners of the earth so that
particularly brave and talented individuals might retrieve them. it is
Here our story begins.
There's a rumor I heard going 'round town
Someone's captured 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, by his expression
The secret that claws to escape as he cried
Day of infamy, someone's captured
Day of tragedy, someone's singring
Now what shall we do, what we do now?
And if you take a look around, harmony is
Someone trapped the spirit in a guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it
Free me from my crystal prison in this guitar

There's a rumor I heard that's going
saving singring, singring
Come the summons, hurry on down
to the village green
And the spokesman speaks for us all, 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, come and us all
And if you to win the keys, harmony is dying
Trapped away in a glass guitar
And if you listen your 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 march off in
Search of the keys. their quest leads them first to the edge.
Lead me to the
me my flagon of wine
I said me to the water
before I change my mind
I go down to the river and bravely the 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 of the first key.

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

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

Fire can burn me
Flames can not me - faster am i
never faze 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 and don't stop to rest
I may the test and capture the key that opens the chest

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

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

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

Having scaled the mountain and no key, the climber begins 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 triumphantly
Into the valley of silence to open the chest, smash the guitar, and free
The of harmony.