Luyện nghe bài hát Act Iii - Tristessa

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

And I think of you again, on myself, where the drops
of sad of an October rain trickle on my face,
I think of this smile again,
more precious your nudity,
carnal smile, ecstatic,
that me for an instant again
in a whirl of desolation.

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

And I pour a thin and sad tear that itself
in a pieces on the streets
from where look haunts and
me.
(Forget me), ravage me and me.
Oh my life in a carnal impulse of desire,
and fly me away on the peak of despair,
because I'm the of desolation. Yes, I'm...