Luyện nghe bài hát Script for a Jesters Tear

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken
One more experience, one more in a diary, self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide, on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of

I'm losing on the swings, I'm on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Too to play, the game is over

Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and
I'm on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is

Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the
The game is

I act the role in classic
Of a martyr carved with a twisted
To bleed the for this song
To the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken
To exorcise this scream
A scream borne from sorrow

I never did write that song
The words just seemed to flow
Now sad in
Did I through perfection
And the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other of mourning
Promised now a wake

The escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to why?
As you grow up and leave the
Where you kissed your and found your frog
Remember the jester that you tears,
The for tears

So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your gown
In the silence of my shame, the mute that the siren's song
Has solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is

Can you still say you me