Luyện nghe bài hát An

she hangs about her
she's chatting with the
reads the classics
she never sighs

a cigarette is
extension of her
her a new lease of life
to find the perfect

she now the bedroom
the bed, lies down
studies Sexton
and tightens her night

is a curse around her
she explains to her gas
that production
was not to take her

mi mou milas gia (=do not talk to me about love)
(she about her garden)
mi mou milas (don not to me)
petheni to oniro mas (=our is dying)
(she never sighs)
mi mou

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

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

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

mi mou milas gia
(mi mou milas)