Luyện nghe bài hát The Colonial Wing

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

this the ray-less and benighted age
Witches by candles shifted
their shapes

Here is the pestle and
ground the poison seed
A lute, a for jousting
And the of a balladeer

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

Superstition beyond

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

Here's the loot and
They home
Ivory inlaid with precious stone

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

A world rampage
Rampage of

So here the concludes
The Wing
The rooms of the most
Museum

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

them chime