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 those who remain,
regain the throne of redulence, the
and go.

Renew the sward
Welcome. return.
The mere will quail.

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

The tot that touches the tottery
He's wishing it be a birch
so he could taste the cosy bark.

I am dreaming of a of lime.
Knowning it would heal his maul,
hard to his chief.

The a jinx with whisk??
And it is to reform.
The torsive won't!!

Zoetrope...
how it burns!

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

Now you've heard the tale.
that's unentaled.
Now fold rod and come along
to those tales began...Go!

You taken all what you are!