Luyện nghe bài hát Zoetrope (The Weirdest Of Tales)

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

The sap of those who 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 gyration has it turn.

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

I am of a branch of lime.
Knowning it would heal his maul,
to misgive his chief.

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

Zoetrope...
how it burns!

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

Now you've the weirdest tale.
Phrases unentaled.
Now your rod and come along
to where those began...Go!

You taken all what you are!