Luyện nghe bài hát The Colonial Wing

Here is the store house of Her
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 poison
A lute, a suit for
And the of a balladeer

When all the books
Were off in golden script
Well hoarded in
A crypt

Superstition belief

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

the loot and plunder
They bore
tusk inlaid with precious stone

Raw silk and spices by the barrel
A soft skin with mallets
Of human

A world wide
of greed

So the tour concludes
The Colonial
The of the most refined
property

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

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