Luyện nghe bài hát The Colonial Wing

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

Call this the and benighted age
by tallow candles shifted
Shifted their

is the pestle and mortar
That ground the seed
A lute, a suit for
And the of a balladeer

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

Superstition beyond

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

Here's the and plunder
bore home
Ivory tusk inlaid with precious

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

A world wide
of greed

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

An pair of spectacles
A claw divan
Ornate clocks with birds that
On the hours and quarter hours

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