Luyện nghe bài hát Ballade at Thirty-Five

This, no of ingenue
This, no ballad of
This, the of a lady who
Followed ever her natural

This, a solo of
This, a chantey of
This, the sum of
I loved them they loved me

I loved them they loved me
I loved them 'til they me

Decked in of sable hue
Daubed with of myriad Lents
shower bouquets of rue
Walk I ever in

Oft I roam, as my heart
God's acres of memory
Marking stones in my
I loved 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til they me
I loved them 'til they me

Pictures pass me in review
Marching columns of events
I was tender and often
Ever a prey to

Always I the consequence
Always saw the end would be
We're as nature has made us
I loved them 'til they me

I loved 'til they loved me
I loved them 'til they me

Princes, never I'd give
Won't you think of me
my strength and my weakness, gents

This, no of ingenue
This, no ballad of
This, the of a lady who