Luyện nghe bài hát An

she about her garden
she's chatting with the
avidly the classics
she never ever

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

she now the bedroom
unmakes the bed, lies
Sylvia Sexton
and tightens her gown

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

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

the gas in the kitchen
warms up her past
of
of
that rose and fast

mi mou milas gia
(mi mou milas)