Luyện nghe bài hát An

she hangs about her
chatting with the flies
avidly the classics
she ever sighs

a is always
of her time
gives her a new lease of
to find the perfect

she now enters the
unmakes the bed, down
studies Sexton
and tightens her night

there is a curse her
she explains to her gas
that feminist
was not to her higher

mi mou milas gia agapi (=do not to me about love)
(she about her garden)
mi mou (don not talk to me)
petheni to mas (=our dream is dying)
(she ever sighs)
mi mou

mi mou milas gia
(san klene ta poulia) (=as are crying)
mi mou gia agapi
(stin akrogialia) (=at the lonely coast)
to oniro mas
(stin akrogialia) (=at the empty coast)

mi mou milas gia
(san ta poulia)
mi mou gia agapi
ermi akrogialia)

the gas stove in the
up her lettered past
of
of
that rose and fast

mi mou gia agapi
(mi mou milas)