Luyện nghe bài hát Act Iii - Tristessa

I turn around a last time in big sinister street, my god,
the fog the tear that slowly drifts down along your cheek.
From the windows, dull and dirty, of white
and macabre looks scrutinize us as if it was to
this time will be the last...

And I think of you again, crouched on myself, where the
of sad water of an rain trickle on my face,
I of this langorous smile again,
precious than your nudity,
this smile, ecstatic,
projects me for an instant again
in a fantastic of desolation.

I'm the of desolation, the angel of my own loss,
the of a shattered life on the wild flanks of a smile.

And I pour a thin and sad that shatters itself
in a thousand on the streets
from where your look and
me.
(Forget me), ravage me and me.
Oh drink my in a carnal impulse of desire,
dream and fly me away on the of despair,
I'm the angel of desolation. Yes, I'm...