Luyện nghe bài hát Zoetrope (The Weirdest Of Tales)

I am in the silent rain,
where the young free,
the old sane,
I am it alone, this magic lane.

The sap of who shall remain,
regain the of redulence, unify the
and go.

Renew the sapid
Welcome. return.
The turbid mere quail.

Zoetrope.
around in circles as we live.
The has made it turn.

The tot that touches the turf
wishing it would be a birch
so that he taste the cosy bark.

I am of a branch of lime.
it would heal his maul, trying
hard to his chief.

The minx a with whisk??
And it is to reform.
The hedgehog won't!!

Zoetrope...
how it burns!

Oh, for how
Do we to wait for infinity?
Oh, for how
Do we have to for infinity now?

Now heard the weirdest tale.
that's unentaled.
Now fold rod and come along
to where those began...Go!

You have taken all you are!