Luyện nghe bài hát Vista

Never shall I love another face
And I (the knave, the fool) will inept
Condemned to forge a barren
To and then dispel
That summers' love....... in winters' I wept

At the on the edge of forever
Where the party is culminating
Iago deals a again
That I have not the wit to

Above all our birthright to be shackled will remain
And we choose can only be so wide
To pastures hence?
(Who knows?)
The joker rocks the
But in pastures, or barren, we abide

At this vista on the edge of
Where the party has thus
The deified can now
To where not the wit to comprehend

With the currency of
On whom do we spend our