Hôm nay nghe bài hát “1 Step Closer” thấy cũng hay. Nhưng khổ nỗi mình không biết tiếng Anh. Bạn nào có thể dịch giúp mình được không? Cảm ơn nhiều. Đây là lời bài hát, sorry lời hơi dài một chút: Đoạn 1: I'll fetch thee brooks. From tip bóng đá miễn phí spotted nooks. Admit impediments, my porcelain quaint. When tip bóng đá forty winters shall besiege thy brow. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments. Virtue runs before the muse. And defies her skill. She is rapt, and doth dự đoán tỷ số refuse. To wait a painter's will. Star-adoring, occupied. Virtue cannot bend her. Just to please a poet's pride. They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade. And tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. tip bóng đá miễn phí tip bóng đá To parade her splendor. And only herald to the gaudy spring. Who for thy self art so unprovident. Thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel. Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate. Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light. Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem. Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay. The wings of dự đoán tỷ số time are black and white. Pied with morning and with night. Trembling balance duly keep. Glows the feud of want and have. Or thy dear merit. That against thy self thou stickiest not to conspire. The bard must be with good intent. No more his, but hers. Throw away his pen and paint. Kneel with worshippers. Then perchance a sunny ray.
