Luyện nghe bài hát An

she hangs her garden
chatting with the flies
avidly reads the
she never sighs

a is always
extension of her
her a new lease of life
to the perfect rhyme

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

there is a around her
she to her gas fire
that feminist
was not to take her

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

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

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

the gas in the kitchen
warms up her lettered
of
of
rose and baked fast

mi mou gia agapi
(mi mou milas)