Luyện nghe bài hát The Colonial Wing

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

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

Here is the and mortar
That ground the seed
A lute, a for jousting
And the of a balladeer

all the Latin books
Were off in golden script
hoarded away in
A crypt

Superstition belief

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

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

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

A world rampage
of greed

So the tour concludes
The Wing
The rooms of the most
property

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

them chime