Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

The path you tread is
And the drop is shear and very
The all are watching
From a vantage nearby

creeping
Like a tube-train up spine
Will the tightrope the end
Will the final rhyme

And it's high time,
It is time, Cymbaline
wake me

A with broken wings
Is falling by side
The ravens all are in
There's nowhere you can

Your and agent
Are both on the phone
Selling colored
To magazines home

And high time, Cymbaline
It is high time,
Please me

The lines converging you stand
They must have the picture plane
The leaves are heavy your feet
You the thunder of the train

And suddenly it you
That they're into range
And Strange
Is always changing

And it's time, Cymbaline
It is time, Cymbaline
Please me

And it's time, Cymbaline
It is time, Cymbaline
Please me