Luyện nghe bài hát The Colonial Wing

Here is the store house of Her
Well guarded by sentry but are free

this the ray-less and benighted age
Witches by tallow candles
Shifted their

Here is the pestle and
That ground the poison
A lute, a suit for
And the poems of a

all the Latin books
Were copied off in golden
Well away in
A monastery

Superstition belief

mountain, over dune and over sea
Crude map and compass the caravan
And lead the

the loot and plunder
They bore
Ivory tusk inlaid with stone

Raw silk and spices by the barrel
A skin drum with mallets
Of bone

A wide rampage
Rampage of

So here the tour
The Wing
The rooms of the refined
Museum

An early of spectacles
A footed divan
Ornate clocks with birds that
On the hours and quarter hours

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