Luyện nghe bài hát Singring & The Glass Guitar

(an electrified tale)

This is an electrified tale. if you've never heard of an electrified
Fairy tale, picture little fairies with wee tiny electric guitars.

Once upon a time [not long ago] in a land not far here, there was a place
Called harmony. in harmony was happy and this "joie devivre" was
Guarded by their patron, the muse singring. but jealous forces, and
There are always jealous forces in such tales, conspired to capture the
Spirit, it in [an instrument of glass, locking it in] a chest with
Four keys, and casting the keys to the four of the earth so that only
particularly brave and talented individuals might retrieve them. it is
Here our story begins.
There's a rumor I heard that's going 'round
Someone's singring, singring
Come hear the news, hurry on down
to the old town square
The announcer wipes at his eyes, he's trying to
See it in his face, tell by his
The knowledge that claws to escape as he cried
Day of infamy, captured singring
Day of tragedy, captured singring
Now shall we do, what shall we do now?
And if you take a look around, is dying
Someone trapped the spirit in a glass
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it
Free me from my crystal prison in glass guitar

There's a rumor I heard going around
saving singring, singring
Come the summons, hurry on down
to the village green
And the speaks for us all, together we call
Brave adventurers, warriors, and men
self and so in the end save us all
Conquer earth and wind, conquer fire and
Brave adventurers, and save us all
And if you fail to win the keys, is dying
Trapped forever in a glass guitar
And if you listen with heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this guitar
Having on the green, the brave adventurers of the land march off in
Search of the keys. their quest them first to the river's edge.
Lead me to the
Pass me my of wine
I show me to the water
Quick I change my mind
I go down to the river and the rapids I row
Over the falls to the pool
And down to the bottom I go

Only one has the courage to dive the river and brave the bottomless pool
In search of the key.

Let the four winds blow icy before me
Storms will never keep me from the guitar
Hurricanes may scream, I will feel it
'til I find the key leads me to the glass guitar

one has the courage to wander the desert [alone] and brave the eternal
Winds in search of the key

Fire can never me
can not catch me - faster am i
Blazes never me
Barefoot I hot coals for a mile
My sword is tempered, my loins are girded in
Make my way to the heart of the of flames
And if I do my best and don't stop to
I may pass the and capture the key that opens the chest

Only one has the courage to make his way into the of flames and brave
The fire-breathing dragon in of the third key.

I will climb the face of the highest
Whilst singring calls from the glass guitar
Though the earth may let the planet tremble
Steady will I onward to the glass guitar

Only one has the courage to climb to the top of the mountain in search
Of the key.

Having scaled the mountain and no key, the climber begins chopping
Madly at the ground his pickax, causing the mountain to split in two,
the last key.

Now in possession of all four keys, the brave adventurers triumphantly
Into the valley of silence to open the chest, smash the guitar, and free
The of harmony.