Luyện nghe bài hát Cymbaline

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

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

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

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

manager and agent
Are both on the phone
Selling photographs
To back home

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

The lines converging where you
must have moved the picture plane
The are heavy around your feet
You hear the thunder of the

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

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

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