Luyện nghe bài hát The Colonial Wing

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

Call this the ray-less and age
by tallow candles shifted
Shifted shapes

is the pestle and mortar
That the poison seed
A lute, a for jousting
And the poems of a

When all the Latin
Were copied off in script
Well hoarded in
A crypt

Superstition belief

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

Here's the and plunder
They home
Ivory tusk inlaid precious stone

Raw silk and spices by the load
A soft skin drum with
Of human

A world rampage
Rampage of

So here the concludes
The Colonial
The rooms of the most
property

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

Hear chime